The Smoke of the City
You were a passing train, was standing on the station
I was in dying pain, tired of all the waiting
You were a lightning bolt, striking right though my world
I saw no exit signs, surrendered to the motion
Knew that it wasn't right, I had this inner knowing
But I just played along & found myself in your arms
& days flew by & nights grew colder
Than a diet coke or a north-pole summer
We were close to being almost lovers
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
I was convinced as hell, this time it would be different
But God I'm so naive, you know I never listen
To that inner voice that was screaming real loud
I took the highway then ended someplace
I knew it wasn't safe to stay there
But I got lost on roads unknown
& couldn't find my way back
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
Oh, I guess I got a little blind
From all these damn bright city lights
Your poisoned eyes still locked on mine
Oh, & even after all this time
You're all I want & it ain't right
City love's the hardest kind
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
I was in dying pain, tired of all the waiting
You were a lightning bolt, striking right though my world
I saw no exit signs, surrendered to the motion
Knew that it wasn't right, I had this inner knowing
But I just played along & found myself in your arms
& days flew by & nights grew colder
Than a diet coke or a north-pole summer
We were close to being almost lovers
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
I was convinced as hell, this time it would be different
But God I'm so naive, you know I never listen
To that inner voice that was screaming real loud
I took the highway then ended someplace
I knew it wasn't safe to stay there
But I got lost on roads unknown
& couldn't find my way back
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
Oh, I guess I got a little blind
From all these damn bright city lights
Your poisoned eyes still locked on mine
Oh, & even after all this time
You're all I want & it ain't right
City love's the hardest kind
Remember we were walking, getting lost in the city
Your arms around my shoulder, your eyes staring at me
That bar in the suburb & the magic you sparked in spring
The songs that you showed me, still stuck in my memory
Got lost in the records & the way that we could be
If you had been honest about your feelings
But our love got lost in the smoke of the city
Credits
Writer(s): Celeste Liberty
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