When the Lights are Down
The end of the train car, middle of the summer
When plastic is pouring in a burnt sugar haze
Withered and sun-beaten man on the metro
Who armors himself with a red leather briefcase
Won't you calm down
Take a breath full of rust, full of sound
Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds
Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways
As for the rest, we will sing
What a life, what a life
The slick city river flows to the drain
Marching and chanting, alive and in pain
A man dressed in leather is wiping his brow
He falls to the platform and he calls out loud
Where is my God
Shut it off
Where is love when the lights are down
I search for something to pull and to crave
Bitter or bleeding, to twist and to save
Sweet liberation from ceilings and walls
Wrapped up in leather I sweat and I call
Where is my God
Shut it off
There is love when the lights are down
Won't you calm down
Take a breath full of rust, full of sound
Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds
Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways
As for the rest, we will sing
What a life, what a life
When plastic is pouring in a burnt sugar haze
Withered and sun-beaten man on the metro
Who armors himself with a red leather briefcase
Won't you calm down
Take a breath full of rust, full of sound
Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds
Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways
As for the rest, we will sing
What a life, what a life
The slick city river flows to the drain
Marching and chanting, alive and in pain
A man dressed in leather is wiping his brow
He falls to the platform and he calls out loud
Where is my God
Shut it off
Where is love when the lights are down
I search for something to pull and to crave
Bitter or bleeding, to twist and to save
Sweet liberation from ceilings and walls
Wrapped up in leather I sweat and I call
Where is my God
Shut it off
There is love when the lights are down
Won't you calm down
Take a breath full of rust, full of sound
Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds
Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways
As for the rest, we will sing
What a life, what a life
Credits
Writer(s): Madelaine Ringo Stauble
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