These streets are old, though they feel changed somehow,
The wind's blowin' but the trees don't sway,
Guess it wasn't such a good idea to come home today.
Wots going on,
In this old town,
I'm all alone,
And there's not a sound,
It looks like these empty streets,
Haven't been walked on in a while,
It's just me,
Walking a lonely lonely mile.
A black veil has been set upon the city,
This once beatiful town, now don't look so pretty,
The warmth is gone, the cold has come,
I feel the chill sinking into my bones,
Or maybe it never really was so warm all along.