Two riddled hands
Tumult of Friday night
They're all partying but us like they don't hear
The sounds of the dismantling of cities
The dismantling of cities, our jiseis
Since all we have left is love, I will love you dearly
Since all we had was lost, I will help you find me
Two hands lost in the dark
Two hands lost in the dark trying to feel a thing
Something, anything worth the wait
Something, anything worth the wait
I wish I could be more
I wish I could be more, a Rodin on concrete
Standing through the debris
Standing through the debris, full of promises to keep
I wish I could pretend
I wish I could pretend there's some kind of a sanctuary
Standing through the debris
Standing through the debris, you're the only chapel I need
Bodies of iron and dust, they stumble
Like drunkards at dawn it's on our houses they fall
We're standing through the debris
Standing through the debris
Trying to feel a thing
Something
