Pyrene -

Every street is empty, Every home is still and cold

Yellow city lights replaces starlight in its cloud

Snow has yet to fall, I have yet to find my way

Naked walls of concrete, and I’m fading into gray

Street birds of the night may turn around and fly away

No-one hardly comes here, this town might be doomed to fail

Do you still feel empty, roaming 'round at night

Don’t you have the urges still of tearing wrong from right

Well I know it’s not that easy, when the present fades to past

Do you still hear voices that you used to know

Can you still recall how a thousand stones fell from their walls

And a hundred thousand voices still defined what we could be

Smoke dew in the morning, darling veil yourself in dust

Soon we’re all corrupted, shiny iron turns to rust

I will fall behind you, as you turn around the bend

Do you still remember when fighting by my side

Barbwire on their fences couldn’t keep the fires out

But like drops of oil on water, you separate yourself from me

Hold your head down

Sink or choose to drown

Hold your head down

Sink or choose to drown

Hold your head down

Sink or choose to drown