Standing at dawn, watching the end - of beauty, identity, immunity The end is something to live for, Vancouver's an empty bottle Our dying thirst causing problems We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable Two-day booze, works faster My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain The gla** sky reflects our prize Gla** towers for sleepers; they're dying Broken city for dreamers Two-day booze works a faster fuse Two-day booze works faster Feels like falling Shame, like k**ing Homeward bound Tension rising Children of tomorrow; earth's new rapists Spring rain comes; wash away the purpose Between our days, empty distance sways Copper wires pay, for days and days What are we waiting for?