Reconstruction Songtext
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between the nameless and the icons
the manholes and the pylons
this is where I belong
under the sidewalk and the power lines
behind the window and the window blinds
there's no room for right or wrong
now I'm standing on the third floor
I can't make decisions anymore
I can't remember how I used to function
the tar smells bittersweet
which is the nature of reconstruction
they're smoothing over twenty years of cracks
as they build more right into their backs
I used to know if this was right or wrong
I'm looking out from the inside
all I want is a place to hide
all I know is that I don't belong
they're filling in the trench in the street
the manholes and the pylons
this is where I belong
under the sidewalk and the power lines
behind the window and the window blinds
there's no room for right or wrong
now I'm standing on the third floor
I can't make decisions anymore
I can't remember how I used to function
the tar smells bittersweet
which is the nature of reconstruction
they're smoothing over twenty years of cracks
as they build more right into their backs
I used to know if this was right or wrong
I'm looking out from the inside
all I want is a place to hide
all I know is that I don't belong
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