Old walls, strange street.
Under my window people live.
Loud voices in my head.
Blows my mind in some way.
Big city, lots of space.
Just me closely here.
The metro occupied by strange faces.
Sorry that I'm not here
chorus:
just people
just me
just street
and just cold city
Empty pack of cigarettes.
I am more than anybody.
Cells of my living body.
Love just is dead.
The sun goes down quickly.
And I pray.
Scars on the heart ache
and you deviate
chorus:
just people
just me
just street
and just cold city
The sun goes down quickly.
And I pray.
Scars on the heart ache
and you deviate
Empty pack of cigarettes.
I am more than anybody.
Cells of my living body.
Love just is dead....
Cold City
© Copyright: Кира Лировски, 2014
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