Pull the curtains tight against the street.
Smooth the velvet cushions on the seat.
Turn the stereo to something sweet and low,
Drowning out the sirens down below.
Outside, thirty stories in the air,
The metropolis stares back with a hollow stare.
A million yellow windows in the dark,
Not a single one containing any spark.
The steel and glass don't care if you're alone.
The grid expands in iron, dust, and stone.
You weave a cozy fiction for the night,
To shield your body from the biting light.
Curating all your sentimental lies!
To survive beneath these gray, unfeeling skies!
You call it sanctuary, call it peace,
Buying time on a temporary lease.
Sentimental lies!
Built to hide the coldness of the grand design!
Fluorescent aisles down at the grocery store.
Polished granite on the lobby floor.
We trade our fever for a plastic grace,
Wearing armor carved into a smiling face.
You tell yourself the city holds your hand,
While it grinds your footprints into sand.
The steel and glass don't care if you're alone.
The grid expands in iron, dust, and stone.
You weave a cozy fiction for the night,
To shield your body from the biting light!
The wallpaper cracks on the sanctuary wall!
The illusion gives way to the gravity of the fall!
The towers aren't cruel, they are simply vast!
An ocean of concrete that buries the past!
And the truth comes crashing through!
Curating all your sentimental lies!
To survive beneath these gray, unfeeling skies!
You call it sanctuary, call it peace,
Buying time on a temporary lease.
Sentimental lies!
Watch the glass house shatter in the line of sight!
The armor falls...
The city glows...
It never cared...
It never knows...
Sentimental lies...