Sydney
On the lamp lit damp seats
Under muted city streets
See the ever proper murmured in the dark
And the lamp's lit damp tears
Signed on worsening fears
The hands uncoupled good pines set to part
The theater on my left
Where potential love had met
Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
Now the torcher found our fun
See me rumble, spit and hum
Cause the city reminds me of you
Anniversaries draw near
Still nothing crystal clear
Of the day that fucked a future and a past
Quickly draw our retrospect
Still nothing to suspect
A single a scent sets me running fast
The restaurant on my right
Has potential pain inside
Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
Now the torture found our fun
See me rumble, spit and hum
Cause the city reminds me of you
Instrumental
Through a language that I learned
First implied and then inferred
And the flash flood memories they rush on back
Watch the tables flip and turn
Set the future off to burn
The light it flickers, glimpsing hope at best
Our dream house up in front
But our fall in love's a stunt
Where there never has and never will take place
Now the torture found our fun
I am pleading for that gun
Oh I am done... cause the city, it reminds me of you
Under muted city streets
See the ever proper murmured in the dark
And the lamp's lit damp tears
Signed on worsening fears
The hands uncoupled good pines set to part
The theater on my left
Where potential love had met
Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
Now the torcher found our fun
See me rumble, spit and hum
Cause the city reminds me of you
Anniversaries draw near
Still nothing crystal clear
Of the day that fucked a future and a past
Quickly draw our retrospect
Still nothing to suspect
A single a scent sets me running fast
The restaurant on my right
Has potential pain inside
Before your eyes reflect our sunset spot
Now the torture found our fun
See me rumble, spit and hum
Cause the city reminds me of you
Instrumental
Through a language that I learned
First implied and then inferred
And the flash flood memories they rush on back
Watch the tables flip and turn
Set the future off to burn
The light it flickers, glimpsing hope at best
Our dream house up in front
But our fall in love's a stunt
Where there never has and never will take place
Now the torture found our fun
I am pleading for that gun
Oh I am done... cause the city, it reminds me of you
Credits
Writer(s): Keegan Joyce
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