In my lonely hour, knocking on nostalgia's door
Walking a dead end path to nowhere
Where uncertainty towers
Let you in my mind for a tour
But only if you'd like to go there
Eleven hundred feet, descend down to the concrete below
You said, why don't you come with me?
You don't have to walk this earth alone
In my lonely hour, as the rain pours down the windshield
Memories come flooding back of days
That the hands of time devour
No vital signs, I can't feel any trace of life in this place
Only empty streets, and faint sounds of a sirens echo
You said, I think its time we leave
This solemn city ain't home
Eleven hundred feet, descend down to the concrete below
You said, why don't you come with me?
You don't have to walk this earth alone
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