out in the fields the skies crack and peel
while off in the distance the buildings collide
and down in the grass is a sea of broken glass
and skeletons of lives that I used to label mine.
and I've lost my tongue and I've lost all my friends
and I can't remember if I give a damn
we peek from the edge of an old rusty bridge
down in the water is the house where we were raised
and over where the trees and gardens used to be
are remnants of pictures we still carry in our minds
and you've lost your mind and you've lost all your plans
and I can't quite tell if you even give a damn
the neighborhood is gone
the air reeks of smoke ash and cold
winter's sleeping on our doorsteps
As you hum your songs
the water turn to ice above our home
so we go collect our paychecks and leave
up comes the sun to burn everyone
and we pay the difference by peeling off our skin
and as far as we can tell, it's pretty cold in hell
but you've got your sweaters, so I'm sure you won't mind
but you've lost your heart and you've lost all your will
you're shot full of holes, and what you hold always spills
the city's met its end
the monuments have all crashed and burned.
I doubt that we'll miss them
we walk through the woods
and neither of us looks back, not once.
there's nothing behind us anymore
it was all in our heads, it was all in our heads
the sky was never falling, it was all in our heads
so sleep well tonight, and dream some good things
the sky was never falling; it was all a bad dream
