Concrete Atlas — текст песни (Fairweather)

this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.
The list of dead goes on and on and on.
The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,
up broken hearts. I`m giving up on moving on.
What used to fill these streets with life,
has thrown a brick right through our lives now.
Don`t hold back. So forget about the bricks,
we wear around our necks,
And forget about every second up to this.
Here`s to the walking casualties of heavy handed,
subelty. So raise a drink, we`ll break the windows
and the chairs, and finally start a fire burning,
at both ends. I might be everything to you need
and you might be the same for me.
We got out fast, burning at both ends