As the neighborhoods caught fire, we dreamed   And we were champions   Fast asleep in faster cars that'd see us put to rest   Had never we been blessed with faster hearts   Unafraid of flames half-bright as sparkling city lights   Or songs that never start   Piles of broken bikes moved faster   Than the sound of songs you'd bring to me   Let this be the last I sing to you      I'll race you to the highest point in the city   The pathetic skyline of half-finished buildings   The worn-out scenery of constructed romance   Halfhearted slow dance through ballrooms of sleep      Fight!      You'll sleep through your mistakes   The way a pill breaks in a lake   Each creates the same solution