I can see the city lights
From this old bedroom
I can approximate a line
That goes from me to you
Unfrozen, we'll wash away
And these, these years we've spent
Watching paint dry
Will be absorbed in the midst
Of the echoes of our spines
Unfrozen, we'll wash away
And our actions will burn us all
Unfrozen, we'll wash away
I can see the city lights
From this old bedroom