City of Broken Thoughts
A bad mood
A sad day
A mad situation
My city sleeps in broken
Thoughts
A small light
A big pain inside
Wait for a replacement
In the city of broken
Thoughts
So shine a light and bury
The hours When everything
Is said and we've got nothing
To say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never
Bury the flowers We'll be livin'
On in the dreams of yesterday
It's all we can't fail
A bad mood
A sad day
A mad situation
My city sleeps in broken
Thoughts
A small light
A big pain inside
Wait for a replacement
In the city of broken
Thoughts
So shine a light and bury
The hours When everything
Is said and we've got nothing
To say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never
Bury the flowers We'll be livin'
On in the dreams of yesterday
It's all we can't fail
And The Sad Mad city waits I see the games
Of the wicked play People speak
Without a face I have to leave
Without a trace I'll leave today
Let the morning behind The wicked playing in all their light Hear
The sound of the newborn day
When New tragedies are on their way
So shine a light and bury the hours
When everything is said and we've
Got nothing to say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never bury
The flowers We'll be livin' on in the
Dreams of yesterday It's all we can't fail
A sad day
A mad situation
My city sleeps in broken
Thoughts
A small light
A big pain inside
Wait for a replacement
In the city of broken
Thoughts
So shine a light and bury
The hours When everything
Is said and we've got nothing
To say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never
Bury the flowers We'll be livin'
On in the dreams of yesterday
It's all we can't fail
A bad mood
A sad day
A mad situation
My city sleeps in broken
Thoughts
A small light
A big pain inside
Wait for a replacement
In the city of broken
Thoughts
So shine a light and bury
The hours When everything
Is said and we've got nothing
To say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never
Bury the flowers We'll be livin'
On in the dreams of yesterday
It's all we can't fail
And The Sad Mad city waits I see the games
Of the wicked play People speak
Without a face I have to leave
Without a trace I'll leave today
Let the morning behind The wicked playing in all their light Hear
The sound of the newborn day
When New tragedies are on their way
So shine a light and bury the hours
When everything is said and we've
Got nothing to say Waiting for the hies
Of the day So shine on never bury
The flowers We'll be livin' on in the
Dreams of yesterday It's all we can't fail
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Huber, Oliver Merkle
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