Two riddled hands Tumult of Friday night They're all partying but us like they don't hear The sounds of the dismantling of cities The dismantling of cities, our jiseis Since all we have left is love, I will love you dearly Since all we had was lost, I will help you find me Two hands lost in the dark Two hands lost in the dark trying to feel a thing Something, anything worth the wait Something, anything worth the wait I wish I could be more I wish I could be more, a Rodin on concrete Standing through the debris Standing through the debris, full of promises to keep I wish I could pretend I wish I could pretend there's some kind of a sanctuary Standing through the debris Standing through the debris, you're the only chapel I need Bodies of iron and dust, they stumble Like drunkards at dawn it's on our houses they fall We're standing through the debris Standing through the debris Trying to feel a thing Something