Forget all the billionaires that would send us swimming into empty sky.
Forget all the clothes you wear. They will fail to keep us warmer when we die.
And all that could not give; all of the lies we live; you have yours and I have mine.
Forget what you can't forgive; step back from the crumbling ledge. We are running out of time.
And all those faded TV screens and drugs add up to just one thing: we're dying.
If we could topple every king; believe that life means anything, we wouldn't have to try
all the time.
And fate isn't half as kind as the dream we threw away when we asked why.
But fate isn't half as blind as the forces that might occupy our minds.
Forget what was good enough; let go of what never was. We are running out of time.
Forget where the lightning struck all of those burning books. We will cross our finish line.
And fear could ruin anything; destroy the love you found for me I never understood.
Fear would fill the shattered glass delivered by that broken hand we never even shook.
And we could hardly breathe when we were holding back that darkness that they never understand,
and we could hardly move for fear of living; fear of dying; fear of where that idol stands.
Sing with me, until we rise again.
Sing with me, my friend.
released April 28, 2017
Written by Michael Radford
Arranged & Performed by City of Salt
Produced by Audiomoth
Mastered by Stephen Cope
Original Artwork by Brian Christopher Kessler
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