this city hides a secret at it s breast i feel its icy fingers on my neck we built our perfect dream on shifting sand scattered in one motion of god s hand take only that which you can t live with out hot wheels on the cold ground we disappear we burn down a black wind carries us out we disappear we fade out with one glance in the rear view mirror it stocks your streets a lion in the reeds wakes you in a panic from your sleep your vanity and strength are washed away like the concrete moon is washed out by the day you disappear you burn down a black wind carries you out you disappear you fade out you re just mist and the sun is rising now oh no guarantees won t save our dreams and what we lost we must not know oh no