album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love (2002)
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Send "Skylines and Turnstiles" Ringtone to Cell

You're not in this alone.
Let me break this awkward silence. 
Let me go,
Go on record, 
Be the first to say I'm sorry.
And hear me out.
And if you take me down,
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now. 

We walk in single file, 
We light our rails and punch our time, 
Ride escalators colder than a cell. 

This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin, 
And stolen from my eyes. 
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you? 
Tell me where we go from here.  
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin, 
And stolen from my eyes. 
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you? 
Tell me where we go from here.  
Tell me we go from...

And in this moment we can't close the lids
On burning eyes. 
Our memories blanket us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor. 
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black. 
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, 
As ice cold hands
Rip into your heart. 
That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest. 
And after seeing what we saw,
Can we still reclaim our innocence? 
And if the world needs something better, 
Let's give them one more reason now. 

This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin, 
And stolen from my eyes. 
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you? 
Tell me where we go from here.  
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin, 
And stolen from my eyes. 
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you? 
Tell me where we go from here.  
Tell me we go from here.

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Send "Skylines and Turnstiles" Ringtone to Cell