I was left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down In the city we love Great clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feels like Nothing changed at all And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feels like You've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?
But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feels like Nothing changed at all And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feels like You've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?