smokestacks and skyscrapers

we used to live here in glass houses when we were younger

eight millimeter black and white my memories they surrender

another time in another place

we're never going to go back again

so say goodbye

you're still a little bit homesick

we never seem to find things better than we left them

tumbling down

crumbling down

pick up the pieces

voices of a better vanished time still echo out there

smokestacks and skyscrapers we almost can't remember

another time in another place

we're never going to go back again

so say goodbye

you're still a little bit homesick

we never seem to find things better than we left them

tumbling down

crumbling down

pick up the pieces

it always seems a little better than it was

it's such a shame to see the way things have become

tumbling down

crumbling down

pick up the pieces