Tons of humanity blockaded
A quicksand of tenderness hardening, turning to stone
Surrounded by people but still so alone
Past times were so different
Times spent with the faces of friends in the places I know
Now falling through windows into the shadows
Pushed out by the high demand
Of spaces to live in and breathe in and find a new home
The money once had not enough anymore
Sleep while the streets below suffocate
While the tension is rising and growing and taking new forms
Streets where the wars are a Saturday norm
I'll get by
In this beautiful chaos
I can't wake up and hit my
Head on a grey sky
And I'll stay
Amidst all of this madness
Surrounded by strangers
But still it's my home
And I sink through the cracks in the pavement
The holes in the floorboards beneath all the places you tread
Try staying afloat despite wars in your head
I'll get by
In this beautiful chaos
I can't wake up and hit my
Head on a grey sky
And I'll stay
Amidst all of this madness
Surrounded by strangers
But still it's my home