A year's gone by since these streets were covered in white Have you ever thought of me since that cold winter night? My hands are shaking as I reach
Street lights carry me home tonight And this will be the last time that I ever make this drive We haven't talked in days And it's clear what you are
Over and over again You put your hand to my mouth, don't talk baby You're gonna get out Close your eyes, you won't be sleeping much tonight As the city
She is dressed to kill He's a nervous wreck He's got his best jacket on And a tie around his neck He's the perfect gentleman Deep in conversation He
We've all got a past And these ghosts are holding us back I listened to your message over and over again I thought about how I let you down I thought
I caught the first flight home to put you in the ground I haven't come to terms with the news I just found out Today it is raining outside To match this
tonight. The tide brings in, The remnants of empires, Torn down by the waves. ?And I?m so tired of searching, Im just so tired of searching for this
I'm just a ghost of my former self Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health Was never born into wealth I jumped out of my mother
sky Reflecting water in your eyes This big city, this ghost town Will come crawling to the ground And I'm waiting for the hurricane To blow you away And I'm searching
a fool so fuck what you heard Kels is her #1 dude she like turn it up thats my baby she like thats my husband she might even cheat with me on her boyfriend (city) to city
Spearhead, search and destroy Every woman, every man wanna move dem feet Every woman, every man love a spearhead beat Police in the city is shuttin'
This city is a beehive Its deadly and unfortunately simple One million tree lined streets With branches like haunting arms You've swallowed your revolution
Ooh, wee, mmm, yeah See, I was raised out on these mean streets I'm from the projects, right, where poverty and hell meet I'm searching everyday to find
the door to the seven lost cities of gold Finds a raven's head and rattlers tail Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's Unwanted here and his ghost
walk these streets of cold concrete Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake And descend into the city
always did Like the Spanish city to me when we where kids Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the Spanish city to me when we where
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street, I take a walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of Little
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little