Philadelphia

I've got my friends, and I've got me
But you don't think this is about you
The picture frames will remain empty
Reaching the Unpardonable Sin is impossible
Reviving what was never alive
Is nothing less than a waste of time
But you don't think this is about you
Extracting blood from a stone can't be done
That's okay - she can do this alone

I woke up this morning.
What a beautiful sun!
Placed higher than the hollow hills,
Laying across layers of leaves and trees,
It is fantastic, it pours into the rest of the planet
However, it is alone.
You'll never know this is about us.