Life In The City
Life in the city never felt so wrong
Than when I chose to move back to my home
Quiet nights but thunders at my door
When I'm in the city all the noises grow
I mistake my raging heart for a moto-sport
All the broken glass empty as my broken bones
I've died in this city many times before
I haven't paid for a service
I would rather rot under the summer rain
(Everybody gathered in the summer rain)
I've ran from the city where I don't belong
Although I've tried to forget you
There's a Winston smog all day long
Cause I miss the city, it feels bittersweet
Cause I loved lonely nights while I danced in my mind
As I prayed for a lover to keep
I miss the city where I wanted to burn in
Nobody heard me at night when I cried in my mind
Not the demons on the stairway to hell
I moved back in town, I don't how long for
Maybe until I get tired of the roaring wind
I mistake the birds chirping for my mother's sing
Time after time I've pictured myself
Writing songs in my garden, in the prairie
Outside the concrete walls
I can't stand the pain during farewells
But I swear I couldn't stay longer
Couldn't see the forest for the summer haze
Eyes were turning yellow, white and green and gray
I passed by the city, and the flames laid on my skin
I didn't want you to see me
You're still in my mind all day long
Cause I miss the city, where I smoked to the moon
Walking for miles in the dark, feelin' doomed every night
I'm deranged to the sound of the blues
I'd burn the city, where I was very loved
Cause I've felt every place
And I've waited for days
Just to see if you're coming around
And I remember the time I couldn't feel my skin
Because of the stars you poured in our beers
Now you're in my blood, reaching to my eyes
There is no way for me to breathe
Without being in your smoking spree
I thought I would stop
But it's been three in a row
This might be the last time that I hold you close
I knew one last cigarette would keep me holding on for
Than when I chose to move back to my home
Quiet nights but thunders at my door
When I'm in the city all the noises grow
I mistake my raging heart for a moto-sport
All the broken glass empty as my broken bones
I've died in this city many times before
I haven't paid for a service
I would rather rot under the summer rain
(Everybody gathered in the summer rain)
I've ran from the city where I don't belong
Although I've tried to forget you
There's a Winston smog all day long
Cause I miss the city, it feels bittersweet
Cause I loved lonely nights while I danced in my mind
As I prayed for a lover to keep
I miss the city where I wanted to burn in
Nobody heard me at night when I cried in my mind
Not the demons on the stairway to hell
I moved back in town, I don't how long for
Maybe until I get tired of the roaring wind
I mistake the birds chirping for my mother's sing
Time after time I've pictured myself
Writing songs in my garden, in the prairie
Outside the concrete walls
I can't stand the pain during farewells
But I swear I couldn't stay longer
Couldn't see the forest for the summer haze
Eyes were turning yellow, white and green and gray
I passed by the city, and the flames laid on my skin
I didn't want you to see me
You're still in my mind all day long
Cause I miss the city, where I smoked to the moon
Walking for miles in the dark, feelin' doomed every night
I'm deranged to the sound of the blues
I'd burn the city, where I was very loved
Cause I've felt every place
And I've waited for days
Just to see if you're coming around
And I remember the time I couldn't feel my skin
Because of the stars you poured in our beers
Now you're in my blood, reaching to my eyes
There is no way for me to breathe
Without being in your smoking spree
I thought I would stop
But it's been three in a row
This might be the last time that I hold you close
I knew one last cigarette would keep me holding on for
Credits
Writer(s): Enrique Ive
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