Tons of humanity blockaded A quicksand of tenderness hardening, turning to stone Surrounded by people but still so alone Past times were so different Times spent with the faces of friends in the places I know Now falling through windows into the shadows Pushed out by the high demand Of spaces to live in and breathe in and find a new home The money once had not enough anymore Sleep while the streets below suffocate While the tension is rising and growing and taking new forms Streets where the wars are a Saturday norm I'll get by In this beautiful chaos I can't wake up and hit my Head on a grey sky And I'll stay Amidst all of this madness Surrounded by strangers But still it's my home And I sink through the cracks in the pavement The holes in the floorboards beneath all the places you tread Try staying afloat despite wars in your head I'll get by In this beautiful chaos I can't wake up and hit my Head on a grey sky And I'll stay Amidst all of this madness Surrounded by strangers But still it's my home