I was left to my own devicesMany days fell away with nothing to showAnd the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loveGrey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from aboveBut if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like nothing changed at all?And if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like you've been here before?We were caught up and lost in all of our vicesIn your palms as the dust settled around usAnd the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loveGrey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from aboveBut if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like nothing changed at all?And if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like you've been here before?How am I gonna be an optimist about this?How am I gonna be an optimist about this?Oh, where do we begin?The rubble on our sinsOh, where do we begin?The rubble on our sinsAnd the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we loveGrey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from aboveBut if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like nothing changed at all?And if you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like you've been here before?How am I gonna be an optimist about this?How am I gonna be an optimist about this?If you close your eyesDoes it almost feel like nothing changed at all?