| [00:02.75] | Wake up we're here it's so much worse |
| [00:09.18] | |
| [00:10.10] | than we feared |
| [00:11.28] | |
| [00:15.73] | There's nothing left here the country has |
| [00:22.57] | disappeared |
| [00:23.31] | |
| [00:26.92] | The winter trees bleeding leave red blood |
| [00:31.16] | |
| [00:32.89] | The summer sweet dreaming April blush |
| [00:37.31] | |
| [00:38.32] | But none of that is ever gonna mean as |
| [00:43.02] | |
| [00:44.12] | much to me again |
| [00:45.77] | |
| [00:53.37] | Hold out your hand so much you don't understand |
| [01:00.94] | |
| [01:04.44] | So stick as close as you can all of |
| [01:12.08] | |
| [01:12.59] | the best laid plans |
| [01:14.10] | |
| [01:16.64] | You've got the white clouds hanging |
| [01:19.25] | so high above you |
| [01:21.77] | |
| [01:22.88] | You've got the helicopters dangling angling to shoot |
| [01:27.99] | |
| [01:29.10] | The shots to feed the hungry weekend |
| [01:33.43] | |
| [01:34.26] | news crew anchorman |
| [01:35.66] | |
| [01:42.99] | So every evening we can watch from above |
| [01:47.41] | |
| [01:49.64] | Crushed cities like a bug |
| [01:53.18] | |
| [01:55.61] | Fold ourselves into each others guts |
| [01:59.64] | |
| [02:02.00] | Turn our faces up to the sun |
| [02:05.76] | |
| [02:26.91] | I won't take no I won't let you go |
| [02:34.26] | |
| [02:39.29] | All by yourself oh no you need my help |
| [02:47.52] | |
| [02:51.54] | When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier |
| [02:55.33] | |
| [02:57.24] | The snowflakes break through the atmosphere |
| [03:01.47] | |
| [03:03.52] | And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers |
| [03:07.91] | |
| [03:09.67] | and disappear |
| [03:10.71] | |
| [03:17.04] | Every evening we can watch from above |
| [03:21.05] | |
| [03:23.28] | Crushed cities like a bug |
| [03:26.75] | |
| [03:29.27] | Fold ourselves into each others blood |
| [03:33.47] | |
| [03:35.76] | And turn our faces up to the sun |
| [03:39.52] |