the damage has been done listen to the cries of turmoil as the day continues to rain you can hear the vocal violence silence the crowd words fall short of sound as the loudest of men becom speechless lack of breath is what swept me away as i wallow helpless in this surreal atrocity with night approaching we all become vulnerable everything seems to move slower as time drifts apathetically to great the dawn as the new day begins the effort to live becomes none
′We gonna run run run to the cities of the future, take what we can and bring it back home. So take me down to the cities of the future, everybody′s happy and I feel at home′ ′I found myself going away, never wanting to go back again, leaving all my thoughts behind, searching for some new ones inside. I found myself ....′
I saw a friend that i once knew at a funeral, He took the time out to be seen. His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch, that he′d been given by a magazine.
He didn′t cry when the priest gave the sermon, Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece. Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again, As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased.
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls, From the stars back to our cities, where we′ve never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands, He thinks how quick the water′s rising as another raindrop lands
He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel, Passing through the sick streets where he was born He said "Driver, what′s happened to these buildings? They all look run down and so alone."
He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse, Put the Do not Disturb on his door When the maid came in the morning She found him shivering on the bedroom floor
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls, From the stars back to our cities, where we′ve never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands, He thinks how quick the water′s rising as another raindrop lands
He catches raindrops on his window, it reminds him how he falls, From the stars back to our cities, where we′ve never felt so small
Rain drops from his window making puddles in his hands, He thinks how quick the water′s rising as another raindrop lands