At peaceful night Lying horizontal in a tower 150 feet from the street Inside a nice neighborhood Of a nice city Of a nice country That’s rotting away I used to think That everything was meaningful But now I think very few things are And everything else Is somebody’s ego The things I cling to Are the things I used to believe Proved our difference To the rest of the world Now they prove Momentum’s power I hesitate to ask the prewar building What it’s seen Because I know Its stories will take m...
