City fell apart on the telephone
While you were telling me we were not alone
As we’re secretly gonna skip the town
All the wanderers, gonna let em down
Get away, get away, get away today
was it you, was it me, are we not afraid.
All around, in the rain there was something real
planning out the escape, so that I can feel
Are we making away like we’re thieves?
Are we turning our back on our throne
Tell me something that I can believe
While we’re fighting for something to show
Keep on fighting for something to show
Hand me promises of a new machine
and replace the grease that we’re standing in
All the whispering in my head at once
Leave me paralyzed in the summer sun
I guess the leaves will go brown
When seasons pave the way to shed the nagging sounds...