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

Great 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 settles around us



And the walls kept tumbling down

In the city that we love

Great 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?



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

Great 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?