Don Johnson Big Band Broken Daylight
It's like that black star track, i'm feeling their beat Some cities have a tendency to breath in their sleep Heeding their weak warning, i lift my hands high Feel a tiny drop of water turn into a landslide I can't spy, or see you in the dark In my night vision every light can be like a spark Heavy like the park at four in the morning We're cooking up some noodles 'til the day begins dawning And feel it warming in my sore muscle torment Like all men i stand tall when called into armour Eight months of bone breaking fall-winter drama Hold strong, nose warm, go storm through the harbour I AM the only voice of the city My vicinity is pinning me against a brick wall Silly me, i really thought i could have had it all Roll a paper, cries vaporise, hence the quick fall
It's on, the sound of your voice in them brown eyes borders on A light dream, i strike three matches by the window Fall back on the white sheet and feel the wind blow warm Getting stronger as you climb in your space suit A five minute race through time, and it takes you where? The lonely streets in the soft august air I've seen the hardest stare from a street artist's lair When the time to depart is near, the station is empty The tracks are warm and i keep pacing them gently On my blue train of thought to the valley of deep breath Only a week left, and i tried to keep it secret But the city got a grip on me, i'm no longer alone Feeling weak in my body and strong in my soul Long as i hold this thought, i can never fall over All this time and no time to get older