four horses pull a carriage through an empty street and though the day is cold still they are not breathing they make no sound at all as easily as water finds its way to ground they bleed into the brick and are gone and i have seen what i have seen as i fall like a whisper in the dome of st paul the drowning man s forgot what he s called but he illuminates our town for us all walk up the narrow staircase from the balcony and at the top go out and grip the golden railing the view from up here really takes your breath away you step out of of your skin and you re gone so follow me down to the riverside honey we can pack our bags and take all our money we can fly away we can fly away take me down to the railway tracks we can cross the bridge where the sun sets baby we can fly away we can fly away take me down take me down fly away fly away the day is cold and still and there s no reason to make a sound at all as easily as water finds its way to ground and i have seen what i have seen as i fall like a whisper in the dome of st paul the drowning man s forgot what he s called but he illuminates our town for us all