More Than A Thousand This City Is A Graveyard
This city is a graveyard
Ribcage made of broken bones
wounds and bruises, glass and stones.
My jealousy on your passenger side
i wish it died, i hope he dies.
I can't forget your scars,
from when you crashed your car at
100 miles an hour against that wall.
you're the only one that makes me forget
that we will die too.
This city is a graveyard and i'm
whispering dreams into the dead
but they don't see me,
i see you shining to me like a candle
light a ray of light and i'm sure
we will die too.