Big City
I watch dust being spat up by a squall
Small stones splitting, kicked against the wall
I'm buzzing but I can't barely move
Hands clenched red 'til I let them loose
I course like a storm drain in a flood
Tight vein rushing full of golden blood
These bells still ring and I'm still shivering
You still sing through the recesses of everything
A part of me is spinning urgency
If let it in again then it's shame on me
Roots of a tree that should long be felled
What the eye don't see the stomach will still tell
I grew underneath the western sun
Bright blue cut by the bitumen
Small hand safe inside a larger fist
Small pain growing slowly like a cyst
Is it a foolish thing that I'm still waiting?
Your tongue stings through the Trojan platitudes you bring
What I need from you and what you can be
If I fool myself, then it's shame on me
New city, much less open sky
I've never felt more like I could fly
I'm setting you finally adrift
Big hooks pulling loose before the shift
On this shore there are castles of my own
In a bed tiny buds that I will grow
Your eyes are with me everywhere I go
They are leopards hunting in the snow
When I made a start pulling all this apart
I found you still in the very centre of my heart
But there's so much of you, no other light gets through
I can't see anymore, and I've got work to do
Big city, give it to me
Big city, I want everything that feeds me
Disappear into your blood
Big city, I'm ready for ya
Big city, it's just you and me
I'm we're gonna be welcoming the good things
Steel eyes, matter of trust
Big city, I am enough
Big city, give it to me
Big city, I want everything that feeds me
Disappear into your blood
Big city, I'm ready for ya
Big city, it's just you and me
We're gonna be welcoming the good things
Steel eyes, matter of trust
Big city, I am enough
Small stones splitting, kicked against the wall
I'm buzzing but I can't barely move
Hands clenched red 'til I let them loose
I course like a storm drain in a flood
Tight vein rushing full of golden blood
These bells still ring and I'm still shivering
You still sing through the recesses of everything
A part of me is spinning urgency
If let it in again then it's shame on me
Roots of a tree that should long be felled
What the eye don't see the stomach will still tell
I grew underneath the western sun
Bright blue cut by the bitumen
Small hand safe inside a larger fist
Small pain growing slowly like a cyst
Is it a foolish thing that I'm still waiting?
Your tongue stings through the Trojan platitudes you bring
What I need from you and what you can be
If I fool myself, then it's shame on me
New city, much less open sky
I've never felt more like I could fly
I'm setting you finally adrift
Big hooks pulling loose before the shift
On this shore there are castles of my own
In a bed tiny buds that I will grow
Your eyes are with me everywhere I go
They are leopards hunting in the snow
When I made a start pulling all this apart
I found you still in the very centre of my heart
But there's so much of you, no other light gets through
I can't see anymore, and I've got work to do
Big city, give it to me
Big city, I want everything that feeds me
Disappear into your blood
Big city, I'm ready for ya
Big city, it's just you and me
I'm we're gonna be welcoming the good things
Steel eyes, matter of trust
Big city, I am enough
Big city, give it to me
Big city, I want everything that feeds me
Disappear into your blood
Big city, I'm ready for ya
Big city, it's just you and me
We're gonna be welcoming the good things
Steel eyes, matter of trust
Big city, I am enough
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Stringer
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