City of hope
But a brother in the backseat is crying
Cigarette smoke
Girl in the crowd
Denying and denying and denying and denying and

Last time I checked I was still breathing
The rest of me is harvesting a killing spree
Lost silhouettes attack the evening
A cherry tree
A killing spree

There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
To feel this pain
Too close to flame
To feel this pain

Last time I checked I was still speaking
But go on boy
Go on boy
Last cigarette and then I’m leaving
But go on boy

There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to flame
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor, the floor, the

Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor

There are no soft islands in my sea
I have no more loving left in me
I feel too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
Too close to the flame
Or too close to the ceiling?
To feel this pain
Or too close to the floor
I feel
Too close to the flame