I ran out
I ran out one night
and walked down Webster st
No one was anywhere to be seen
It was silent like a church in hell.
Down by the park
I heard the iron creaking
and a figure sang
"this city will be the death of me"
I sat on the creaking swing
and thought about a way out
This city will be the death of me
if I don't watch out
these fences and streets will eat me up
Without your love I would wither
so run with me away from
the silence and cold of this
city
But you wont love
and the tears will start to scold
my heart in a box
and time stood still
maybe in a different time
I would have loved this city
But now the iron feels like a jail cell
Where once I would swing
now looks dead and cold.
This city is sucking the
Life
from me
and the rain begins to cleanse
but there's nothing left.
and walked down Webster st
No one was anywhere to be seen
It was silent like a church in hell.
Down by the park
I heard the iron creaking
and a figure sang
"this city will be the death of me"
I sat on the creaking swing
and thought about a way out
This city will be the death of me
if I don't watch out
these fences and streets will eat me up
Without your love I would wither
so run with me away from
the silence and cold of this
city
But you wont love
and the tears will start to scold
my heart in a box
and time stood still
maybe in a different time
I would have loved this city
But now the iron feels like a jail cell
Where once I would swing
now looks dead and cold.
This city is sucking the
Life
from me
and the rain begins to cleanse
but there's nothing left.
♠ ♠ ♠
I wrote this for english