This new year is not, new anyway,These graphs still 
decay.
One wants corners,
The other, curves anyway.
One wants aesthetics,
The other something that works
They're knocking down,
All the buildings,
That remind me of you.
And the new ones,
Just scrape giant holes in the blue,
And they block out.
The sun.
They pay for the ground,
So why not the sky?
It's funny how,
A building can look so tired.
It's funny how,
A building can look so tired.
They're knocking down,
All the buildings,
That remind me of you.
And the new ones,
Just scrape giant holes in the blue,
And they block out.
The sun.
They pay for the ground,
And a thousand blocked views.
Cannot bear to stand at all,
Cannot bear to stand at all,
Maybe that is why,
That's why,
Yeah, maybe that's why,
Buildings fall down.