Subway Tunnel Microphones

Subway tunnel microphones
The open city's overtone
The epic urgency survives
In every stranger walking by
You hold your hand across your eyes
You still see through my new disguise

Am I done falling, falling still?
You never tell and I never, never will

I trace a circle around your star
So close to being who you are
I trace a circle around my ghost
So close to knowing what he knows
Tiny lights go red and fade
But rise up to ignite your face

Am I done falling, falling still?
You never tell and I never will

Good times, photographs
Old friends die fast
Most built to burn
But one was built to last

Am I done falling, falling still?
You never tell and I never will

Good times, photographs
Old friends die fast
Most built to burn
But one was built to last