People

People clinging to debris
This sinking ship is dead to me
The black box holds a symphony
Crying violins at sea

While I watch this city burn
Three days from a riot then
Living other people's lives
Bathed in my own pool of light

And will you meet me down in the underground
When the bells begin to ring
To ring

People trying not to drown
Blow your whistle in the crowd
Lights will guide you through the smoke
The icy sea has room for us

While I watch this city burn
Three days from a riot then
Living other people's lives
Bathed in my own pool of light

And will you meet me down in the underground
When the bells begin to ring
And if the line goes down I will wait for you
I'll see you where the end begins, begins