Great clouds all over the hill, bringing darkness from above

But if you close new eyes,

Does it all feel like nothing, change that all that you've been to the right Does it all feel like you, baby before How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were gone words of our lust in all of our voices In your throat is the toast that's over around us And the wolves kept on the ground, the city that we love Great powers roar over the hills, great