Texty: Dead Hearts. Other. Small Town Tragedy.

It seems downtown is dead tonight. Empty storefronts, broken window panes. I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy KILLING ME. Theres something in the air we try to breath. That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping. NO ONE gets out of here alive. Yet still WE TRY but this city, keeps us inside. Theres something in the water we drink that dulls our very sense of feeling. NO ONE gets out of here alive. Yet still WE TRY but this city, keeps us inside. IT SEEMS DOWNTOWN IS DEAD EVERYNIGHT. We want something not this small town tragedy. We want to forget, even for a night. We want TO FORGET, we want TO FORGET. We want to forget, even for a night about this small town tragedy.