It seems downtown is dead tonight

Empty storefronts, broken window panes

I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy



Killing me

There's something in the air we try to breathe 

That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping 



No one gets out of here alive, but still we try 

But this city keeps us inside 

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try 

But this city keeps us inside 



There's something in the water that we drink 

That dulls our our very sense of feeling 



No one gets out of here alive, but still we try 

But this city keeps us inside 

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try

But this city keeps us inside 



It seems downtown is dead every night

We want something

We want something

It seems downtown is dead every night

We want something, not this small town tragedy

We want to forget, even for a night

We want to forget

We want to forget

We want to forget, even for a night

About this small town tragedy