Cold wind blows through the broken glass
Watch the ghosts of the city pass
Copper coins in a rusted tray
Just a fare for a dying day
Run for the roof before the light
Hide in the dark to survive the night
High on the ledge where the air is thin
This is the game that we cannot win
Concrete stairs and a jagged wall
One wrong step and the brave will fall
Yellow tape on a locked steel door
Blood and grit on the ballroom floor
Keep the engine on a steady hum
Wait for the beat of a distant drum
Old world maps in a leather case
Searching for one familiar face
Run for the roof before the light
Hide in the dark to survive the night
High on the ledge where the air is thin
This is the game that we cannot win
Blue UV lamps in a narrow hall
Writing a plea on a peeling wall
Safe house keys in a shaking hand
Strangers lost in a ruined land
Screaming winds in the empty square
Heavy scent of a cold despair
Drive the route that the dead avoid
Everything we once loved destroyed
Run for the roof before the light
Hide in the dark to survive the night
High on the ledge where the air is thin
This is the game that we cannot win
Meter's running, time to go
Sinking deep in the evening glow
