City lights burning so brightly, they beckon me home
The tales of the past, lie under the surfaces cold
They taunt me with memories beyond the Zanzibar high
Drown me in sorrows that led me so close I could die
Take me inside
I'll step off the ride
Lead me to home
To things I have known
And I'm fading
Watching that resevoir fading
Leaving that resevoir high
Leaving that resevoir dry
These city streets change, but their essence is still just the same
And Zanzibar stands like a vision of torment, now tame
The victims' are healed, and the scars have all recently dried
The blood now flows freely within, and has nothing to hide