Just the lights and the city and the air around me
And the sky up above
And it's dark
And it's summer
And it's dark
And it's summer
And there's monuments on the hillside
There's New York lit up in the field outside
And we sit in a glass house
With names above our heads
And this material becomes an extension of our skin
It's just words and paper smiles that mean nothing
And there's monuments on the hillside
There's New York lit up in the field outside
And it's summer