Paris In Flames

Now, it's time To wrap our fears in the night And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames After the things you say You hate me for being this way Still, you won't let go (of old ideals) There is no headline (to read at night) When the record skips (and you're not) Holding the needle We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives Bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the first day When we saw Paris in flames Rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain I think it's gonna rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain, rain down I think it's gonna rain Here in this collapsed lung of a borough There is no sunlight The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room Distant and incoherent Businessmen hang themselves We all sing the songs of separation And we watch our lives Bleed out through our hands That's how it was on the first day When we saw Paris in flames The Lower East Side is a jukebox Playing the dead man's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that we all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls "Discard this message Discard this message Discard this message" Burn your city down Down Burn your heart Now burn it with this song You were on the first day Discard this message Throw this bottle back into the Ocean Rip this page from the history books Smash all the street signs Erase all the maps Forget my name Forget my face Forget my name Because, it's gonna rain It's gonna rain And it never ends We all sing songs (rain, rain down) Of separation (I think it's gonna rain, rain down) (I think it's gonna rain, rain down) And watch our lives (I think it's gonna rain) Bleed through our hands (I think it's gonna rain, rain down) That's how it was (I think it's gonna rain, rain down) On the first day (I think it's gonna rain, rain down) (I think it's gonna rain) we saw Paris in flames