If these buildings were fields   I'd make sure they were ashes,   set fire to the stubble   and piss on the flames.      Leave no tower unscathed,   leave no street signs no lovers   and find me a place for   what's left of my name.      We climbed atop the fence   on the backs of a nation   and looked out on the city   or of what it remained.      Just a pile of old shoes   each abandoned by laces,   like Cain with no brothers   or his queen with no name.      Mary please don't go and   get yourself all knocked up   my hands don't have the strength   to hold you up.      We've been traveling down this road   and now I'm afraid   mine is forking south,   there's a lot of things we could say.      We danced through the night   just to keep it together,   hid around the fires   and shook off the blame.      Chalked it up to our youth   just some reckless ambitions   to burn down the lord   we tried so hard to save.