Futility walks behind me
Stalks my dreams and she reminds me
That the light is dimming
This city's not forgiving
I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona
Can you decide who I should be
I'm oscillating incessantly
There's a church atop this mountain
My head is hurting but my soul is drowning
I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona
I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona