The carnival lights stood out to me as I drove through Cincinnati. Man I’m dreaming of the next, we’re going back to New York City. The boulevard and promenade built on hopes and dreams as I toss another smoke, driving through the silent city.

Each and every night, every moment. Every whisper said just a little too loud.

Would you put up a fight? Like the fireworks in flight? Painting beauty all across these skies.

Could you put up a fight? Cat and Dog Fireworks in flight. Pain and beauty all across these skies.

I’m Waking up from dreaming. You’re waking up to rain. There’s a certain kind of sorrow walking through these old streets again.

I think I kinda sorta maybe could just make this work with that Bible in your glovebox and the blood stains on your shirt.

Each and every night, every moment. Every whisper said just a little too loud.

Could you put up a fight? Like the fireworks in flight? Painting beauty all across these skies.

Could you put up a fight? Cat and Dog Fireworks in flight. Pain and beauty all across these skies.

Could you put up a fight?

Could you put up a fight?

Could you put up a fight? Like the fireworks in flight. Pain and beauty all across these skies.