In the City Lyrics

I made my way through hallways lined with empty frames
just to realize escaping had become a cage
while the morning dressed in white
I carved a hole
and I stepped down into the crowded silence
in the city
in the city
in the city
in the city
I walked out and underground into a subway train
where I watched a woman folding burning paper planes
and as I surfaced it was night
I was in a park
where I saw white snow falling
cameras in the dark
in the city
in the city
in the city
in the city
behind the setting and the stage the act was justified
by eight ceiling shadows dancing in white window light
seven mailmen were composing their next play
harvesting ashes of my past
tickets on sale
in the city
in the city
in the city
in the city lights
the cold I breathe is colder
the fields have filled with clover
the cold I breathe is colder
the fields have filled with clover
you're getting what you want