I am a ruin, ancient, dated
Fell too close to the end of the rope
Now I'm missing, overgrown
What if you're frozen and I'm not there
To talk it out and thaw you out anymore
Your golden hammer took its final bow and spit you out
And I don't know what to sing
Say, hey it keeps coming around
I keep turning my back on this city; I won't change
You are blooming, poison azalea
Fell too close to the end of your rope
Now I'm wasted, unknown
The tide is rolling and they're coming with torches
So burn out their retinas, rally supporters (support us)
And get your cameras and catch the reaction, no satisfaction
You don't know what to sing
But it's coming around
I keep turning my back on this city; I won't change
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And I can't sit
(Alright!)
•••
I was crawling for weeks
I kept hurting my back and now I can't sit down
Got these aches in my arms
And my legs still shake
And now I can't sit down
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And now I can't sit down
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And now I kiss it down
I was crawling for weeks
I kept hurting my back and now I can't sit down
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
It keeps coming around
And now I can't sit down
•••
It keeps coming around
I keep turning my back on this city and it's okay