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That dull amber glow: oh, how I've grown to fear this city to loathe the deep damp that creeps into my bones It feels a lot like alone. alone. cold fronts creep up in every conversation I'm done gutting myself for an honest answer I've run out of that kind of patience I'm sincere; it's abundantly clear This is not, has never been, will never be Home to a loyal fool like me SongtexteI'm craving closure and finality Oh, Emerald City! On the hill, by the sea, you have unravelled me you have disproven me That plain, desperate scrawl on a Rome-facing wall I've passed every day this year It says, "All harm ends here." And it's brilliantly designed, but it lacks the bottom line to buy. It tastes a lot like a lie. a lie. cold fronts creep up in every conversation I'm done gutting myself for an honest answer I've run out of that kind of patience I'm sincere; it's abundantly clear This is not, has never been, will never be Home to a loyal fool like me I'm craving closure and finality Oh, Emerald City! On the hill, by the sea, you have unravelled me you have disproven me No more broadest of brushes to black out the blight. Here's my line in the sand (my 54'40") and I'm fighting now. I've got the cruelest of cutlery to carve you out. You'll be excised, cast off It feels a lot like at last. at last . once I was a fisherman and I came out west to cast my nets and I'd call out spades to anyone who'd listen. and what I found were Jagged jigsaw corners: relentless, ambitious, and stubborn (Even as I was). I miss my father's cut-and-dried forgiveness, And I hope he knows this: This is not, has never been, will never be Home to a loyal fool like me. I'm craving closure and finality. Oh, Emerald City, on the hill, by the sea, you have not bested me. You have not bested me. Oh, Emerald City, on the hill, by the sea, You have not bested me yet. You have not bested me yet. There's still fight in me. Aus Songtexte Mania