There's no light in this room
to look at pictures of you
And from inside this broken view, thats what's left.
You stand and I fall
Is there a reason here at all, you wear these chains of regret?
Every now and then we get another in the pattern, it's a holy war.
Every now and then we kinda revel in the end, it's a holy war.
'Cause the sun don't rise and set on the City of the Angels, it's enough to tear the light from your hands.
What's been going on
what's been going on since you went away.
And even as I write you from the City of the Angels
It's exactly where you want it to be
What's been going on, what's been going on since you went away?