Second Sun

Pull me from the catacombs and send me to the sea divided like the city lights, split by the guillotine. And all our sentiments will not silence the coup - you'll show me how this ends... drowning in déjà vu. Stay and count the ghosts with me, they might haunt but they won't bleed.  I'll ask the dead, "What can you save?" You'll bite your lip to make me stay with you in sweet debris (committing myself to memories). But I slipped inside the night to say my same goodbyes. Until the lie is true: Drown with me in déjà vu. I feel it all. I feel it all. Why do I haunt my body? I'm wide awake underneath it all. You'll learn to shed somebody. The city will erase me - the center will not hold. We watched the streets surrender as the night gave way to souls. When pirouettes spun into pure regret I saw even the spirits tremble beneath the weight of emptiness. I feel it all. I feel it all. Why do I haunt my body? I'm wide awake underneath it all. You'll learn to shed somebody. I'm wide awake, I'm coming clean. We made our peace with make-believe. So stay and count the ghosts with me, cause they might haunt but they won't bleed. So stay and count the ghosts with me, cause they might haunt but they won't leave. Stay and count the ghosts with me.  Pull me from the shadows then return me to the deep. Buried with the monuments of stolen vanities. But I slipped inside the night to say my same goodbyes. Until the lie is true: Drown with me in déjà vu. I feel it all. I feel it all. Why do I haunt my body? I'm wide awake underneath it all. You'll learn to shed somebody. Déjà Vu: You make the colors bloom. Déjà Vu : Every turn returns to You.