Stuck in my song.

We stand and fade,
Limb by limb,
Pulse after pulse.
Apart from the misty mornings,
And the darkness in the sky,
The loud volumes of concrete,
Flying when we walk by,
With the mountains over the tops,
And the rain never dries,
We all scream but never shout,
We all run but never move,
Turn it off in the dark,
And we turn in on in the light.
When it hurts like this,
It all goes wrong,
When you move like this,
You're stuck in my song.

I was just that one,
Stood there and let it be,
Hit by the concrete,
And my blood flows,
With the rain and the dust,
I dream of closing my eyes,
But its better than the heaven we dream,
We dream in the night,
And plot in the morniings,
Look what we've got to,
We turn it off in the dark,
When the lightnings are the only light,
We fade in amidst this mist,
In the morning we turn the lamps on,
Look what we've got to,
When it hurts like this,
It all goes wrong,
When you move like this,
You're stuck in my song.