The City

There's a city and it makes sense to me
No cars, no trucks, no people on the street
No birds, no planes, no heaven in the sky
No one left who cares to wonder why
There's a city and it makes sense to me
Locked doors, locked minds, no air for to breathe
One voice, one dream, one rule left to break
No rise from the ruins of one mistake
One mistake

And the voice on the megaphone swears it won't happen again
But the promise echoes off concrete-sheltered men
And the rain, it keeps on falling
So hard that no one hears the calling
Of the stifled sound of hope from way back when
It won't happen again
It won't happen again

There's a city and it makes sense to me
Eight months, ten tries and no one is set free
Two million eyes, one river overflowed
And a barracade denies the only road
There's a city and it makes sense to me
No telephones to impart agony
No hands, no will to seize the day
And the text of storybooks all fades away
Fades away

And the voice on the megaphone swears it won't happen again
But the promise echoes off concrete-sheltered men
And the rain, it keeps on falling
So hard that no one hears the calling
Of the stifled sound of hope from way back when
It won't happen again
It won't happen again

Flooded alleys maim foundations
Without the chance of retaliation
Citizens, like streetlamps, have all faded
In holes and corners, they are hated

By the voice on the megaphone swearing it won't happen again
But the promise echoes off concrete-sheltered men
And the rain, it keeps on falling
So hard that no one hears the calling
Of the stifled sound of hope from way back when
It won't happen again
It won't happen again
There's a city and it makes sense
It won't happen again
There's a city and it makes sense
It happened again...