Death up there shines more brightly than lives down here

The skyline unfolds into explanation that sometimes words give up and silently walk off the edge of the page
and here the cry opens up, reveals the word inside.

When people die they take a piece of us with them

When people die they take a piece of us with them

In time, the seasons will seal these shards into the slits that denote your wrists

I sewed it up, stitched all these dead end streets into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings

I'm losing you in the transmission..

It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio, saying I'm not worth your time

Keep your hands to yourself and relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong

You stripped away the streets signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the buildings, what would you have left?