Writer(s): Daniel Smith
I was left to my own devi- I- I- ices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
If you close your eyes
Where do we begin
The rubble of our sins
Where do we begin
The rubble of our sins
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all
And if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
How am I gonna be an optimist about this
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all
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