The city lines are down The kerosene's run out The fact surreal We relied upon I shed this unclean skin And start to feel again No more, no more 'Cause all the shoulders I wish to cry on gone And on that day they'll tell you

As their castles crumble slowly We watch them fall Their crown slips from heads unworthy I'm after you As we gain control We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can't disown us now, we are

We are not brave, we are not wise But we stand here all together We have been damned, we have survived We stand at the end of the longest times We came back to homes we don’t recognize But we return here all together I’m saddling in here for the long

But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting And if my hand could block the sun, Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks, Would that be time enough? On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door, On windy nights I

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) That's when I got up and left Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold The

We're setting the fires to light the way, We're burning it all to begin again, With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands, We sing for change. When faith alone is not enough, To keep our heads barely above, We look for reason and come up

When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I

(Who we are) Life for you, has been less than kind So take a number, stand in line We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt But how we survive, is what makes us who we are All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day It's what makes us who

Come on, come on, wind and rain I know the sun will shine again Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane Up above my shoulder the ragged rooftops rise Casting shadows over streets they seem to despise I went down to the dead lake shore to see what

But we don't go outside anymore The radio blasts hysteria While the television's sideways on the floor We're mourning in the streets of Amerika Mourning in the streets of Amerika Stand by to switch on We fire out all pistons We're singing along But no