At intersections where many mirrored faces meet in a city on a constant search for change at angles working angles from every angle this still looks the same when magic slips from crawling nights then tracing chains will have me chasing trains but at least i know a hundred hollow buildings where i can hide tonight so i'll settle in and take solace in hearts too big for the town they're living in but now this space is freezing and time is beginning to crawl this place is getting hard for breathing and when you're so hard on the eyes i know i've been here too long crowding these doorways and climbing these walls and trying to remember why these streets called me home 'cause every minute is freezing under first street moving freely in a concrete island where you can't see me but every minute's still freezing and if you stare hard enough at your feet then you can pretend that you don't see me but i've come here tonight to run down demons before i say goodbye to run through feelings before i say goodbye.