Paris In Flames

Now it's time

To wrap our fears in the night

And on the first day

We'll dress this city in flames

After all 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

We saw Paris in flames

Rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to 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

We saw Paris in flames

The lower east side is a jukebox

Playing the deadman'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

Burn the city down, down

Discard this message

Throw this bottle back in 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 going to rain

And it never ends

Rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain, rain down

I think it's going to rain