Broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves. Shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out. Marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls.
We find our songs in fashion magazines. We read the story in the morning paper. I touch their hearts and they touch my skin. I'm on your screen and you are just so wide.
Time is like a bullet from behind. I run for cover just like you. Time is like a liquid in my hands. I swim for dry land just like you. . Time is like a blanket on my face.
I'm a thousand people. From day to day. We are all airborne. Without ground control. I call my name. In the maelstrom. . I'm not givin' in. So don't you give in.