My City
Oh I hit the wall again, do it so constantly
Out of control again, but I prefer the busted streets
Do it all every night
Feeling the fall
And on behind the crime scene tape, the sirens sound
Oh, this is my city
My city now
I struck a cord again, do it so irrationally
I'm out on a ledge again, but that's just what it does to me
Know this breeze in the alley ways, thieves up on higher ground
And behind the crime scene tape, the sirens sound
As it echoes through these buildings on the ground
We all want to be seen
We all want to be something
Fulfil these concrete dreams we're searching for
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
This is my city
It's lonely and cold at times, always tryin' to find your way
Could end up with broken hearts, such a t-t-tragedy
No these holy ones, bad ones, happy and sad ones now
They're all behind the crime scene tape, as the sirens sound
This is my city, yeah!
We all want to be seen
We all want to be something
Fulfil these concrete dreams, we're searching for
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
Here's to the profits and thieves
Lovers who be
Dreamers who lost it all to chance
The litter-filled roads, dusty old souls
Who still have a lot of love left to dance
Profits and thieves
Lovers who be
Dreamers who lost it all to chance
The litter-filled roads, dusty old souls
Who still have a lot of love
We all want to be seen
We all want to be something
Fulfil these concrete dreams we're searching for
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
And it keeps me coming back
To my city
Autor(es): ROSS ANDREW LEARMONTH
