I can walk through the wind
I can sing in the rain
I can bring these strings to life
I can walk through the winter of these telephone timbers
They'll mark our graves in time
And the streets we walk were just some crumbling dust
Another statement of decline
Put on a delicate face to hide the desolate places rampant in your mind
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak
The car won't start so we start to talk
The engine block glows red
And the streets I walk all alone at night
Are bright but cold as death
If I tremble and shake at the mess I've made
Forgive me let me stay
If the breaths we breath were ever ill conceived
I would have taken them anyway
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak
And these paper planes with their broken wings
Just tumble down from grace
And from highest high we can watch things die
That we allowed to slip away
We can watch this light fade beneath this sky
Beneath this blackened rain
Though the Seventh of December stays a day that I'll remember it's not in the way you say
And all will fade with time and rust
Fill these scales with gold and dust
Clocks that tick they won't turn to face me
Blue black lips won't speak