well before they paved the roads they say the blood had trickled down like rain from the street high on the hill filled with all the girls you d slept with romeo can we afford one more distraction before the threat of this coming new day where we could sample life and wealth and words and what had happened and what it means to stay i won t gather wool like the shapes of things that i ve lived without i wanna known that someone great could be the symbol of our resistance now under the lands under the rain who is to say what the magic has found well the engines of the dark unfold between the places we banished along the way at least a thousand faces staring out unlit windows like a halloween parade i want to know what cruel fate will throw against the walls of our resistance now i wanna laugh i wanna breathe but all we do is fight and scream against the crowd all of those notes that we arranged on staves become a stream of broken vowels