Standing at dawn, watching the end of beauty, identity, immunity
The end is something to live for, Vancouver's an empty bottle
Our dying thirst causing problems
We stand at dawn, the beginning of something, heartfelt, replaceable
Two-day booze, works faster

My city on the water, spots of flame, midnight rain
The glass sky reflects our prize
Glass towers for sleepers; they're dying
Broken city for dreamers
Two-day booze works a faster fuse
Two-day booze works faster

Feels like falling
Shame, like killing
Homeward bound
Tension rising
Children of tomorrow; earth's new rapists
Spring rain comes; wash away the purpose
Between our days, empty distance sways
Copper wires pay, for days and days
What are we waiting for?