Wake up we're here
It's so much worse than we feared
There's nothing left here
The country has disappeared
If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
The summer sweet dreaming, April blush
But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again.

Hold out your hand,
There's so much you don't understand
So stick as close as you can,
All of the best laid plans
You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you
You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot,
The shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew anchorman.

So every evening we can watch from above,
Crushed cities like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others guts,
And turn our faces up to the sun.

I won't take no
I won't let you go
All by yourself
Oh no you'll need my help
When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier
The snowflakes break through the atmosphere,
And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear.

Every evening we can watch from above,
Crushed cities like a bug
Fold ourselves into each others blood,
And turn our faces up to the sun.

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Writer(s): GLENN KOTCHE, JEFFREY SCOTT TWEEDY, JOHN CHADWICK STIRRATT, MIKAEL JORGENSEN, NELS CLINE, PAT SANSONE