Skylines and Turnstiles

You're not in this alone. Let me break this awkward silence. Let me go. Go on, naked. Be the first to say I'm sorry. Hear me out. And if you take me down, oh, would you Lay me out? And if the world needs something better, Let's give it one more reason, Not not now. We walk in single file. We line our rails and punch our time. Bright scarlet is colder than the Sun. Come on. This broken city sky. Like butane on my skin. Stolen from my eyes. Hello, angel, tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky. Butane on my skin. Stolen from my eyes. Hello, angel, tell me, where are You? Tell me where we go from here. Tell me we go from. And in this moment, we can close the lid On burning eyes. Our memories blanket us with friends we know have Fallen at their best. Steel corpses stretch out towards an elding sun, Scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart. As ice cold hands rip into your heart. That's if you've still got one that's left Inside that cage you call a chest. And after seeing what we saw, Can we still reclaim our innocence? And if the world needs something better, Let's give it one more reason not. This broken city sky. Like butane on my skin. Stolen from my eyes. Hello, angel, tell me, where are You? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky. Like butane on my skin. Stolen from my eyes. Hello, angel, tell me, where are You? Tell me where we go from here. Tell me we go from here.