Gather round the fires, Listening to the night, You can almost hear the snow, Blanketing the snow, Motion through the blast, Wailing sirens in the night, But late into our dreams, Heaven from your streets, The streets are empty now, And New York is quiet. Have you finally gone to sleep? You used to Tower to the night, Now and empire comes out, Looming over head, whisper of an end. I'm to broken to saved, (And holding down in vane?), You so brave, but your started to fade, The sky is darker now, The stars are coming out. Have you finally gone to sleep?