When the Lights are Down

The end of the train car, middle of the summer When plastic is pouring in a burnt sugar haze Withered and sun-beaten man on the metro Who armors himself with a red leather briefcase Won't you calm down Take a breath full of rust, full of sound Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways As for the rest, we will sing What a life, what a life The slick city river flows to the drain Marching and chanting, alive and in pain A man dressed in leather is wiping his brow He falls to the platform and he calls out loud Where is my God Shut it off There is love when the lights are down I search for something to pull and to crave Bitter or bleeding, to twist and to save Sweet liberation from ceilings and walls Wrapped up in leather I sweat and I call Where is my God Shut it off There is love when the lights are down Won't you calm down Take a breath full of rust, full of sound Open your heart to the smog curling into the clouds Cope if you're crazy, your punishment lives in the subways As for the rest, we will sing What a life, what a life