The streets
(a) ghost theater of headlights
and petrol steam
But you know we're waiting, walking forwards
Lost control,
our hands' cold grip
These k**ing tools
pop culture wears.
Fools follow fools
The more we think,
the further we'll fall
And when I look past all the days before
The hurt and loss won't last through,
what's true:
The missing part of me,
isn't me at all
It's you.
In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear
We hold in our hands that world.
We hold in our hands that world.
The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here
We hold in our hands that world
We hold in our hands that world
For all the friends
Looking past the long idle talk
through the fogged in bar windows
Peering out into the wet night
The streets' ghost theater of headlights
But you know rising inside
But failing through the surface
All of this is just empty
Just shadows on the wall
The light source behind us says
f** the world, f** them all
In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear
We hold in our hands that world.
We hold in our hands that world.
The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here
We hold in our hands that world
We hold in our hands that world
Our...
k**ing tools for k**ing time
The more we walk, we see the path unwind
From the labyrinth of justified illusion,
nostalgia
k**ing tools for k**ing time
The more we talk is the perfect crime.
We make the enemy of the good that
we can still do,
even if we fall
So f** the world, f** them all
In the city dawning restless souls to find an ear
We hold in our hands that world.
We hold in our hands that world.
The picture I keep safe in my heart of folding time is here
We hold in our hands that world
We hold in our hands that world
We hold in our hands that world
We hold in our hands that world