I feel like I've been living in A city with no children in it A garden left for ruin by a millionaire inside Of a private prison The summer that I broke my arm I waited for your letter I have no feeling for you now Now that I know you better I wish that

Ooohh, the rain is falling Early in the morning The sun was up and the sky was very blue, Without a warning, As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you, A noise in the city made the children run, And hide themselves away, And thunder boomed and

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today