Cityscape skeletons taking shape and growing skin. Layer and layer is peeled away. Exhausted from the repetition of always needing to rebuild. Worn down faces in colorful barren places. City lights and skylines guiding home our wandering minds. Tucking us into tortoise shells, suppressing the outside sounds of relentless consciousness. Where is contemplative terrain that sleeps with the setting sun? This nocturnal apathy binging on shadow and smoke, endlessly coming undone. When the ground falls out, who will take my hand? When things fall apart, who will take my hand? I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man. You never knew how much I meant it in love. Every night I'm beside you weeks away when you're sleeping alone. Did you ever know how much I meant it? Millions of tiny pieces looking in on themselves, reflected in the water, unaware of each other. Every piece of the mirror could find its place back in the puzzle. What was one is shattered into many and longs to be whole again, but nothing ever fits quite the same in the end. I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I'm a broken man. You never knew how much I meant it in love. Every night I'm beside you weeks away when you're sleeping alone. Did you ever know how much I meant it? When the ground falls out, who will take my hand? When things fall apart, who will take my hand?