Buildings tower high above our heads.    Cities spread thin and lock us in.    Sometimes frantic, sometimes desolate.    But always remaining with the sound of greed and want.    And we fracture with every piece of concrete beneath our feet.   I don't want to be alone.    But still the city spreads and we're lost.    And there might be no one there to catch you when you fall…    (Please whisper so close to my ear till it sounds like you're screaming)    Towers cast shadows.    We walk silently beneath, so far from home.