Dowsing Up To Me
You were made for the city
Taking photos, writing poetry about boulevards
That cut straight through the avenues like knives
And the people just like you
Crooked teeth and arching backs
Gaping mouths on the set
If it were up to me
You never would have left
You and flickering lights are the only storms I see
With so much potential etched on your skin
Crooked and arching backs
Gaping mouths on the set
If it were up to me
You never would have left
Stay here with me
Do you think you'll ever know
I need you here with me
How it feels to let them go?
Stay here with me
Do you think you'll ever know
I need you here with me
How it feels to let them go?
