A City by the Light Divided

We walk alone until the end of night. Another life is swinging in the breeze. These southern trees have the strangest fruit. If you follow the path that's straight and narrow, Go hand in hand because our roads are paved with broken arrows Our fathers

What have you done? You followed footsteps in the dark, And found your faith left out behind your father's car. You said "there's no one watching over me or over you, it's always out of reach" I'm still sinking into: Oh my God, where are we now?

There was a sound, Split all the heavens apart In on the northern route, Out of the southern spark Oh, I will be with you, Running from the rain When it reaches the end of the line See myself reflected, in broken glass There is blood on the tracks to