There's an airplane flying low Over star-sick rivers and a sleepless city glow The familiar sights from the circling heights Are hazy and nearly invisible You want to choose You want to be new The wheels emerge, hit the ground like a scourge But up close it's the same thing; you're still fighting the urge Go on Stay Fade away There's a violence in a storm In the awful green and hurling swirling skies The weathervane spins loose, the sandbags refust The pleading sirens find no compromise You want to move on You want to be safe In the wreckage you learn, when there's nowhere to turn Sometimes you just wait for the blue sky to return There are visions stoked in coals In a soot-lain iron stove They're voices that speak when the moonlight is weak And ashes settle on your clothes You want to forget You want to be free Embers will wane, eyesight will strain Without light not even shadows remain