Imperfect Symbols Lyrics

Wind comes rushing from the north

Navigating through the bliss

Of the 62nd floor

And the edge of the abyss

I can see the atoms pause

As the neon hits my face

As the rain turns into frost

As I sanctify this place

In the timeline of events

That occurs on every reach

Pulling sirens from the ends

Of an unimportant street

There is nowhere to arrive

There is nothing to uphold

Only signals pass me by

Lonely symbols of the cold

As lucidity occurs

All the advertisements stare

Through the empty glass and steel

That consolidate the glare

It's a face I can't arrange

It's a more imperfect faith

From reflections on a stage

And the play is starting late