Flight کے بول

We lie in bed for days Empty bottles consuming empty space I'm suffocating If I go to you by train it's forty-five blocks of seeing the same expressionless face Debris is falling from the burning sky Ashes from a once luminous life Burn a candle in the window so I know you're still alive Breathing but dead inside Let's help each other bake this bread There's nothing I'd rather be doing instead I hear there's a full moon rising It's the same thing every night The gunshots sing and the people scream The harmonies of this city Well I'm not happy either Let's tear this one down Rebuild on virgin ground A new life begins