POMPEII

and the walls kept tumbling down
in the city that we love.
grey clouds roll over the hills
bringing darkness from above.

but if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
and if you close your eyes,
does it almost feel like you've been here before?
how am I gonna be an optimist about this?
how am I gonna be an optimist about this?

oh where do we begin?
the rubble or our sins?
oh where do we begin?
the rubble or our sins?