I'm waiting on the transit

But things aren't what they used to be

I stand here as a tourist

On holiday with destiny

You broke me down to nothing

But I'm still so in awe of you

quintessential victim

I'm weakest when I'm close to you

Here the people just evaporate right in front of me

Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me

I'm stranded here in nowhere

The middle of eternity

The people say Chicago

distinction simply lost on me

 

The storms do well to hide away a stunning sense of apathy

The storms do well to rinse away all the damage that's been done to me

Here the people just evaporate right in front of me

Transmissions of much greater things still get through to me

 

You turned me into someone I've always known I had to be

story of redemption, of [bad word] everything