This city, full of mystery, but I've found it out
This color, like no other, but I've wiped it out
Those mountains, flow like fountains, but I've drained them out
This midnight, we're told to sit tight, but I'm running out
You take my trembling hands
With my bricklayer heart, you make your plans
I can't go on and on
Would you cover me with a steady song?
Those bright eyes, full of sunrise, but the moon was out
That laughter, pitter-patter, but I could only shout
Please forgive me now
I couldn't let the light out
(With) My bricklayer heart
I won't get very far
It's all coming down
To your sweet, sweet sound
I remember that feeling, like cracks in the ceiling
And I'd wake up and see the damage I'd done
And I was just another son, of this constant numb, that for some
Seems to break our lungs and shatter our make-believe homes of safety
And it would break me, tell me I was the fake me, until I would forget me
Like a storm chaser I sought out the fear
'Cause there was always something wrong with having my head clear
I couldn't just sit tight, knowing that tomorrow was another fight
And the day to day chaos was ripping out the light
Alone, forgotten, I was set on the highest shelf
I was not remembered, so I forgot myself
It's easy to see the damage you've done, when you tell yourself everyday
But I'm not just another son, of this constant decay
I'll find the joy in the morning, and I reach out and grab it
I found the answer when I realized, I didn't have it