I am a breadwinner
I chose to brick these walls somehow
Beneath the city spires
I gave my shoulders to the plow
Cold and cruel the concrete
The wicked pavement chokes the sky
I chose this path
The one so often traveled by.

Tonight, we burn the wintry frost of night.
Tonight, we wish upon the fading light.
Tonight, our burning hearts will rise.
Tonight, we own the skies.

My hands are bleeding where they often crack.
The stars will sometimes burn with longing,
Through the choking black of night shifts,
Piling each against the next.
A Trojan horse inside my chest,
Is screaming for the life I left,
My kingdom for a steady paycheck.

Tonight, we burn the wintry frost of night.
Tonight, we wish upon the fading light.
Tonight, our burning hearts will rise.
Tonight, we own the skies.

Tonight, we own the skies.

Tonight, we burn the wintry frost of night.
Tonight, we wish upon the fading light.
Tonight, our burning hearts will rise.
Tonight, we own the skies.

Tonight, we own the skies.