Second Pulse

The Dependent Clause


This is the house where I was born
How do you know this is the right time?
This city used to be a town
It doesn't look the same to me now
It doesn't look the same to me now

This city cannot hold us now
That's how you know this is the right time
We have outgrown our mother's arms
And how we die is up to us now
And how we die is up to us now


Writer/s: The Dependent Clause