Dying Light

This town's full

Of cobble streets and

Of waifs and strays

Of corners and of allies

And shadows of old people

Oh, the silence speaks in volume here

And this town's full of streets

Where dreams go to die

And I've seen so many fires burn out

If we can't go on

To live like we're young

Need to get out before we run out of time

There's a place

In my mind where

I've seemed to have changed

I need something to hold on to

'Fore I'm letting go

'Cause I've lost track of all the faith I used to hold

But nothing will change

Yet never the same

In this misadventure, don't know where I belong

And this town's full of streets

Where dreams go to die

And I've seen so many fires burn out

If we can't go on

To live like we're young

Need to get out before we run out of time

And this town's full of streets

Where dreams go to die

And I've seen so many fires burn out

If we can't go on

To live like we're young

Need to get out before we run out of time