歌詞

Clocked in under low light

Wind in my teeth again

Same old stones, same old jokes

Same shift, different end

He keeps a wooden thing

Pressed flat inside his coat

Looks like bad homework

Means more than anyone knows

Then the bell rings loud

Like rent past due

Everybody looks brave

With nothing else to do

The Great Wall falls

Like cheap glass in the sink

One soft voice says hello

And nobody gets to think

Clean suit, calm hands

Smile with perfect timing

The sky opens up

Like it’s done with trying

We sent the bright stuff first

Fifty-one little lies

White flash, red spark

Gone before our eyes

Not a crease in the jacket

Not a scratch on the face

Just dust in the air

And a very quiet place

Someone crawls out swinging

Too angry to be smart

Eight blades, bad odds

Still playing the part

Then one polite sentence

Locks him from within

His own hand says yes

When he never did

The Great Wall falls

Like cheap glass in the sink

One soft voice says hello

And nobody gets to think

Clean suit, calm hands

Smile with perfect timing

The road fills up

And the night starts climbing

Low light, cold stone

Smoke where the gate had been

A small wooden face

Keeps laughing in the wind