looking out my window
i see their world losing ground
the city lights are wasting away
breaking in the distance
they call us broken but they don't want
anything to do with fixing us
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
looking out my window
i see them losing time
running around in circles
watching there lives get high
seems their dreams are wearing thin
fade into the distance
they offer no resistance
they call us broken but they don't want
anything to do with fixing us
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
their reading between the lines
underneath
underneath the landslide
i see their world losing ground
the city lights are wasting away
breaking in the distance
they call us broken but they don't want
anything to do with fixing us
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
looking out my window
i see them losing time
running around in circles
watching there lives get high
seems their dreams are wearing thin
fade into the distance
they offer no resistance
they call us broken but they don't want
anything to do with fixing us
their reading between the lines
underneath the landslide
their reading between the lines
underneath
underneath the landslide