I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling
down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be
an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be
an optimist about this?
We were caught up
and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust
settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills,
bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be
an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be
an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like nothing changed at all?
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
in the city that we love
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Grey clouds roll over the hills
bringing darkness from above
Oh, where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
But if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like you've been here before?
How am I going to be
an optimist about this?
How am I going to be
an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes,
does it almost feel
like nothing changed at all?
How am I going to be
an optimist about this?
How am I going to be
an optimist about this?
How am I going to be
an optimist about this?