We were young and you were tugging on my sleeve, well it gets so cold in Chicago,
Maybe someday we will find our own but the noise will break it wide open, today it's so cold in Chicago.

Listen now as time splits open, for the moment we have everything, maybe someday we will rise above this illusion, that someday, we wont be, here in Chicago.

No time to listen or answer why.
Open and close, I'll shut my eyes.
Never before, I will pretend.
Never before, and never again.

I will be with you until the end.
We were young and we were always broken.
For the moment we can smile again.

Maybe someday we will rise above this illusion, that someday, we wont be, here in Chicago