Tekst:
Thursday A City By The Light Divided

Or if you're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation Our names are x and n We have no value in these calculations Placed on a

Cause it's 10-9-8-7 everybody's coming to burn this city, burn this city down tonight. Leave it all behind. Is that the sound of the gate coming down? No flashing lights

There was a sound Split all the heavens apart In on the northern view Out on the southern spark Oh I'll be with you running from the rain When it reaches

(Instrumental)

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies Chords into

will overcome We will overcome Our fathers plant arms in foreign soil Our brothers die No one knows Where it ends (between the crosshairs) Our lives (weave a

if we're sitting in an emergency aisle We could be dead, complete the equation Our names are 'X' and 'N' We have no value in these calculations Placed on a

watch the bodies burst into a string of lights. When there's nothing left, the party crashes and the rings come out form the jacket pockets into the blinding light

A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up But you won't forget You can strike a match But it still might not light