Wrap forty square miles around my troubled eyes
I've known for years now that I can't trust what I hear
But now my town has gone blurred and shaken with fear
Shadows leaping from our feet and smothering the star we need to see
Nothing good happens in the suburbs after eight
Familiar faces can't hide their buried hate
Flag-like freeways rising and waving crooked lines
Caesar gazing upon today's Rome desperately trying to find the throne
Sun you better rise and light this mess
I've never felt so out of breath
Searching for the right vantage point
They say will put it in focus
I used to hold it in my hand
Now its grains seep through like sand
Flush this city's catacombs
Before its roots grow and take hold
I don't recognize this place anymore
It's just a silhouetted face that I had once adored
I can trace all of its lines and wonder why
I no longer see inside, I'm waving goodbye