It's Wednesday morning in Saint Paul It's still tuesday night I didn't sleep at all The sparrow and the city want to call out the changes And the river carries on Under the highway over early morning sound The shadows hand in hand until lonesome gods are almost gone We are the roaming empire. I'll be as honest as I can I told the truth a lot more when I began Well I knew a lot more than I do now And if we're just these hearts and bones I cannot leave yours well alone When we have nothing left there's nothing less between us. We are the roaming empire. We are the roaming empire Yeah, we are the roaming empire.