O how this city has changed
finding your way around just to reach me
has never been so complicated
Always the highways shift
and the byways make it impossible to move

The terror of knowing you're with me
the terror of knowing you're not
if I get pulled under this city
may the snakes constrict all of my thoughts

O how your face has changed
did you fight your way through all those years of acting?
hiding behind that long black hair
o as the buildings fall
and the sands swallow up the automobiles

The din of the traffic below you
the dust blowing over your head
though I no longer know you
please swaddle me in your hair when I'm dead

(oooooooo…)