I was left to my own devices, Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down, In the city that we love, Great clouds roll over the hills, Bringing darkness from above. But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like, Nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like, You’ve been here before? How am I going to be an optimist about this? We were caught up and lost in all of our vices? In your pose as the dust settles around us. Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?