Album: I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love (2002)
Genres Alternative Rock - Post-Hardcore
You're not in this alone.
Let me break this awkward silence.
Let me go,
Go on record,
Be the first to say I'm sorry.
And hear me out.
And if you take me down,
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
We walk in single file,
We light our rails and punch our time,
Ride escalators colder than a cell.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from...
And in this moment we can't close the lids
On burning eyes.
Our memories blanket us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor.
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black.
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart,
As ice cold hands
Rip into your heart.
That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest.
And after seeing what we saw,
Can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from here.
[3]
Let me break this awkward silence.
Let me go,
Go on record,
Be the first to say I'm sorry.
And hear me out.
And if you take me down,
Would you lay me out?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
We walk in single file,
We light our rails and punch our time,
Ride escalators colder than a cell.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from...
And in this moment we can't close the lids
On burning eyes.
Our memories blanket us with friends we know,
Like fallout vapor.
Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun,
Scorched and black.
It reaches in and tears your flesh apart,
As ice cold hands
Rip into your heart.
That's if you've still got one that's left
Inside that cave you call a chest.
And after seeing what we saw,
Can we still reclaim our innocence?
And if the world needs something better,
Let's give them one more reason now.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
This broken city sky,
Like butane on my skin,
And stolen from my eyes.
Hello, Angel.
Tell me, where are you?
Tell me where we go from here.
Tell me we go from here.
[3]
Title Skylines And Turnstiles
Artist My Chemical Romance
“Skylines and turnstiles” (en español, “Horizontes y torniquetes”) es la séptima canción del disco I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love, de la banda My Chemical Romance. Esta fue la primera canción escrita por la banda.
Gerard Way trabajaba como dibujante de cómic en Nueva York; desde allí pudo obsevar el ataque a las Torres Gemelas el 11 de septiembre de 2001. Entonces, Gerard fue a buscar al ahora ex baterista de la banda Matt Pelissier y escribieron la canción, expresando cómo se sentían ese día.
Lo demuestran frases como "Nuestros recuerdos nos cubren con amistades conocidas, como vapor que cae. Cadáveres de metal, estirados en dirección al Sol, calcinados y negros. Te alcanza y desgarra tu carne. Mientras manos frías como el hielo deshacen tu corazón". (Our memories blanket us with friends we know, Like fallout vapor. Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, Scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, As ice cold hands Rip into your heart.)
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