Saturdays an empty space that city streets consumed 
every night.A strangers face is scared to death walking 
far past all the street lights.
Light a smoke and look away, there's something to 
ignore in every ally way.
A million souls, a single place, but everyone is 
fighting for space.
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel with these hearts?
Lonely eyes out of place, dreams of the day when she 
will be held.
A photograph and younger days, she could barely 
recognize her own face.
A broken man with breathing bones, the living dead are 
singing in the rain.
I wonder what they dreamt of doing when they still had 
some change.
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel with these hearts?
Whos to say that destiny will carry these arms away
When nobody knows what theyre up aginst
We'll fall through the clouds if we try to stand
Whos to say that destiny will carry these arms away
When nobody knows what theyre up aginst
We'll fall through the clouds if we try to stand
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?
Is this all we can feel?