City of hope But a brother in the backseat's crying Cigarette smoke Girl in the crowd Denying and denying and denying and denying and Last time I checked I was still breathing The rest of me is harvesting a killing spree Lost silhouettes attack the evening A cherry tree A killing spree There are no soft islands in my sea I have no more loving left in me I feel too close to the flame To feel this pain Too close to flame To feel this pain Last time I checked I was still speaking But go on boy Go on boy Last cigarette and then I'm leaving But go on boy There are no soft islands in my sea I have no more loving left in me I feel too close to the flame Or too close to the ceiling? To feel this pain Or too close to the floor Too close to flame Or too close to the ceiling? To feel this pain Or too close to the floor