in dead of night i'm walking
and the signs mean nothing to me
is this easy street where i used to roam?
and somewhere in the city
lies a lion sleeping pretty
so tread lightly or we'll never get home
where are we headed?
and where are we now?
don't mind the darkness
just sing it back to me
do you remember
where it all began?
take me there, right now
do you remember
when the world stood still?
pack your bags, right now
the streets are lined with linen
as the riots fade within them
and we rush by without slowing down
the mirror's full of fires
that were started by the liars
we don't care because we won't be around
in bright lights i am walking
and the signs mean something to me
this is easy street, this is home