The city feels like an ashtray
I can't see for all the smoke
Light fading in the distance
The people walk outside and choke
Up the stairs to your apartment
Take the steps two at a time
Sweep the tile in the kitchen
You do yours and I'll do mine
Like a stone
Like a brick in my throat
You won't catch me out in the open
Catch me out in the open
Singing songs about freedom
Writing songs for the dead
This one's for the fire
That one's for the bed
And I was trying to find you
But you found me instead
Now the sky is turning red
I can't see the signs ahead
Turning circles in the darkness
Twisting sheets and body parts
Faint memories on my fingers
Of where you end and where I start
But it's not like you
It's not like you to tell me what you mean
To tell me what you need
And it isn't like you
It's not like you don't feel the same as me
So what's it gonna be
Like a stone
Like a brick in my throat
You won't catch me out in the open
Catch me out in the open
Singing songs about freedom
Writing songs for the dead
This one's for the fire
That one's for the bed
And I was trying to find you
But you found me instead
Now the sky is turning red
I can't see the signs ahead
And I said I was sorry
I must've said it a thousand times
I must've cut my knees on the concrete
I must've screamed 'til I went blind
But I guess that's nothing
And I guess that I should know
That the hardest part of the ending
Is the having to let it go