The city is clouds You make him the sun You wanted that poison And bit the gun You know it don't say much The things that he did You'll build him a tower He'll burn you a bridge The nihilist tells you That nothing is true I said "I faked global warming Just to get close to you" I read the book I drank the chains I made you look And i'm still here I'm digging through the trash I can hear the train As it moves past The chase is as trite As the story i stage A projection i write In a book on a page I won't do What i ought to That vacant stare I make to fool you I'm watching from Bodegas on the street And i'll say barely Just how highly i can think The arsonist tells you That it gets more blue The things you believe In a clay-bedroom snooze I read the book I drank the chains I made you look And i'm still here I'm always digging in trash I can hear the train As it moves past