Skyscrapers

Nothing can change if you're spending your nights all alone Hit the ground, hit the pavement Nothing can wash the worry off your mother's face No one can say for certain what tomorrow brings Is it clean or unworthy? No, we can't rinse away this taste Well, I still love the way you feel. And I still love the way it feels Well, I still love the way she feels. Yeah, I still love the way... Pointing to the moon. Shootin' in the clouds Everything I do... Elevated now I'm high as skyscrapers We're sick Well, there's nothing to be missed and while it's cold outside we're biting window frames We're sick And while there's nothing here to miss I know tomorrow brings more pain