Текст песни Optimism

You, you don't belong In this prison-like hospital But I feel so responsible And I know you feel ashamed Just show me what you started with, that blade Brought you some clean clothes A calling card for the payphone Magazines, headphones, CDs, To grant you a distraction Cause I know there's no one here to take you home You'll be alright My sound advice Just hope you know We are done It's time to move on Losing your voice in the crowded streets Pulsing crunch of machinery Oh so harsh frequency In the city that we love We love, we love, we love, love Paint chipped and scraped Evidence of forced entry Red with disgust, violated Remind me why I love Living in this city I call home Passenger's side, left open wide Glass scattered about Broken along with my optimism Losing your voice in the crowded streets Pulsing crunch of machinery The oh so harsh frequency In the city that we love We love, we love, we love, love None of your schemes work on me Smoke signals are jokes to see The smell sticks to your clothes It's on everything I own Like the rain that seeps through the cracks in my rubber soul