Lyrics

In all this teariness I wake to your response But I can't speak of this You take the Hudson line Up to Quaker Ridge And I've just realized No, I ain't dreamin' this I'm reaching for your heart Headlines and deadlines Whisper low, ignore the night Sometimes we'll deny Closing slowly, reach divine land below These walls I wish I could kick or knock And now that I'm not It's all coming apart I don't think I'll resist And I don't think I can quit Red lights and dead nights Whisper low, ignore the light Sometimes, not all the time Closing slowly, reach divine land below These walls I wish I could kick or knock And now that I'm not It's all coming apart Go, dear, enjoy the night Blue and dying[?] 'til the end, and I'm left clutching stems Uptown, marquee spells 'fright' But I can't see my friends, and I'm left clutching stems Northbound, platform shines bright When all that's left is the flames, and I'm left clutching stems