Chicago
More together than alone
From a hill, we saw it rain on the tower
Torch to your chin lights your cheekbones
In there's a likeness to our father
In American night, on that hill
In the night
The night before
When the TV lit our brilliant, smiling faces
Torch hits your face before the fall
Panic in the eye, similar to breaking
An apparition lifts me up
An apparition lifts me up
From its shoulders, I sit and see your face above the tree line
Your reassurance is subtitled in American English
I am calm as we sail down the hillside
In American night, on that hill
In the night
