Pompeii
I was left to my own devices.
Many days fell away with nothing to show.
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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 cut off and lost in all of our vices.
In our homes as the dust settles 'round us.
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds rolled over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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?
Where do we begin,
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, where do we begin,
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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's changed at all?
Many days fell away with nothing to show.
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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 cut off and lost in all of our vices.
In our homes as the dust settles 'round us.
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds rolled over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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?
Where do we begin,
The rubble or our sins?
Oh, where do we begin,
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we loved.
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing's 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's changed at all?
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Writer(s): Daniel Smith
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