A tribute to this plastic voice
Something about this town is just a poker face
It’s a little cold in here for you to start crying yet, so
Let me seek out the same warmth
And as the dust settles, there is no place where you and I can be
The skies in this town will never clear up
There is too much stuff along to get over this night
“If the skies in this town ever cleared up…”
—We dream within a dream
Adrift, you and I know
That we’re lonely
Even escaping, I understood
I knew that while they seemed happy—they were not
And I sure felt
That they were the same as me
It has kept us safe and hidden, so
We must leave
Lest this town be submerged
Please smile
STAY
The skies in this town will never clear up
I’ll never forget this kind, gentle town
So, to allow this town to dry
Let’s leave this town tomorrow
This town
It’s alright
The skies in this town will clear up now
So, let’s meet again in another town
Let’s meet again