Manhattan

Look around you,
Don’t you see what you’ve got?
It’s something so beautiful
Afraid it would smash
Into a thousand regrets.
And I bet you were watching.
It’s getting me down
And I don’t understand
Why everyone stares when you crash into landing
and around were they stand,
Everyone talks again.

You try to say with confidence
That we’re picking up oblivion.
And I was trying to make some sense
Speaking to you.

We try to say with confidence
That we’re picking up oblivion
In spite of you.

All around you there’s a feeling you lost;
That everything beautiful
Is not what it was
Whenever you were on top.
And you were just left there.
It’s getting you down
To the place that you land.
It hits you so hard
With a cool understanding
That It might be the end.
Everyone talks again.

You try to say with confidence
That we’re speeding towards Armageddon.
But I was trying to make some sense
Speaking to you.

We try to say in our defense
We’re living out oblivion
In spite of you.

We’ll bury ourselves into the corner.
But how can we tell,
If we don’t see anyone?