Constantly moving
But not gaining any traction.
As cold hands grasp to freeze the wires,
I’m caught in the passing of a season.
And it’s always the same,
As seasons change,
I’m caught in the cogs,
Of the despair machine.
Slipping backwards,
As I dread the longest day.
For all the the time that I’ll spend waiting,
You’re just a phone call away.
It’s always the same,
As days turn grey,
You leave this place
And this place leaves me empty.
As I feel the rain flood the streets
Of this metropolis mass grave,
Do you feel it the same?
All I know is without you,
All that I can see is a city filled with tombstones.
Roadworks, on roadworks,
On roadworks, on roadworks.
They can change the roads outside your house,
But they could never change
The way that the sun rose to claim
All your best angles.
There were so many of them,
Now lost to winter’s upheaval.
All of this caught in the passing of a season.
A thousand avenues,
And still this city feels empty.
So on winter days,
I pray for acid rain to fall,
Because this place has no meaning anymore.
Without you, this place has no meaning anymore.
Why do things have to change?
I’m caught in the cogs, again and again.
A thousand avenues,
And still this city feels empty.
So on winter days,
I pray for acid rain to fall,
Because this place has no meaning anymore.
I remember when your warmth wrapped around me,
But now, your memory feels so cold.
Escaping me, your name falls with the leaves,
And I’m destined to walk alone.
A city filled with tombstones.
Forever, I walk alone in a city filled with tombstones.