Feel my pulse pick up with every building that's built Haven't we all felt a little in between before? What remains? Every corner, a new name Rolled a three-sided die high above the phone line She says, "Don't be so cynical. This might all be a miracle" All I want is to see you comfortable In your own skin In your own way You come up for air and they're gone A letter nailed to the door And you've learned to live with that It's how you learned to live What remains? Every corner, a new name What remains? Yeah, you'd burn it down, too