Death Of A City

Did Ray really survive the death of a city that once was alive?

Still wears bespoke suits. He feels fireproof

Maybe religion still offers him proof

And he walks right through you and I now, silently making his usual rounds

Oh, you're over and done with now

You've broken my heart in

But that's not important

A minor misfortune

Now you're over and done with now

The death of a city

And nobody really cared

Backstreets, somebody weeps

Closed-circuit cameras are making the sweep

And they look down on grass turning brown

'Cos nothing is able to live in this town

So you go out, late, and look for the stars

All you see is orange on the clouds

Are we able to see what somebody was dreaming in steel and in stone?

Streets laid, workers were paid

And the skyline was something that everyone owned

And you know...sometimes that's all you get to

No, you're not going now

Not when we're still enough to hear our own sounds

Like when we breathe through each other's mouths

The broken-out window gives view to the south

Now was it just a trick of the light, or did I see movement attracting my sight?

Is it somebody waiting for word to pull the curtain down?