"We Are" by Facing New York

We are the young men, we are the desperation.
We are a nervous wreck, we are the anxiety.
We are the broken coin, the begging boys at your door.

Call me the wasted time, the aging adolescence.
Call me a bad sign of everything that's to come.
Call me the crooked line, the field of ice.

And I know I must move on.

We are the broken hearts that got lost or set astray.
We are the unemployed, still tangled up in our dreams
This is a new sign, the last chaging of the day.
It's time to grow up, and move away...

The words here invoke a sense of hesitation, nostalgia, and regret.

Each line here begins with a two word, two syllable phrase: we are, call me, etc. None of the lines rhyme, except for the last two.  There are a couple instances of alliteration, but they seem almost like coincidence rather than planned. Almost no structure exists in these words, when read without hearing the music.

Hearing the actual song will give the words more rhythmic cohesiveness, but the music backing the words is odd itself. The song plays in a moderate 4/4, but the harmonic rhythm moves in odd locations, with the chords changing on "and" and "a" of 2 and 3 in each measure. Various reverb and delay effects on the track give the song an ethereal quality, adding to the words nostalgic implications. It's as if the sound is a memory or somebody looking back their past.