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Capture the silence of five in the morning
the echoes are strangling suburbian plots
all that speaks is wind
it's more like a whisper and less like a wolf
these ghosttown streets they're connecting the dots
time to listen in

the clouds fight like bulls, trapped in a ring
at six the busses hiss, the lights go up, the day begins
and the moment is gone, the motion is on
from space we're just specks and we're just littering the sidewalks

cherish the sunrise as dawn turns to day
the picture was perfect from the moment you took it
all we see is fire
it cuts through the skyline like the blade of a knife
the city starts screaming like a new baby boy
time to tune it out

tragedy strikes with the turn of a key
an engine breaks the silence at 45 degrees
these lead colored roads, there all a knotted mess
of automo-somethings, just anything to fill up these streets
service please! services cease
long lines lead to nowhere, as smog fills the air
caught in the gears of routine, caught in this day to day

reach out and pull me away
please tear the clothes from my body if that's what it takes
don't let my hand slip away
i need to be saved
Reach out and pull me away

clouds fight like bulls, trapped in a ring
at six the busses hiss, the lights go up, the day begins
these lead colored roads, thay're all a knotted mess
of automo-something, just anything to fill up these streets.
then tragedy strikes with the turn of a key
an engine breaks the silence at 45 degrees
and the moment is gone, the motion is on.
from space we're just specks and we're just littering the sidewalks