the city is a trap in which we fling our
worries and grasp for somebody's promise of
the good life forever changing
plans restrained by envious spirits and
wanting to want to give in and go for the
country my love will always be of vibrent
and dense traffic music that fills me up when
nothing is expected
the push and the
shock the handshake that could be changing
your direction the mess and the
chaos the sounds of someone close to falling
apart
don't wake me from the
dream don't shake me from the notion that
the day will come and I'll belong and not be
lost so far away from hell from unpaid
debts and world war where my bare feet are
walking on dew whituot treading a needle on
a needle
the push and the fall the
handshake to the change of your direction the
mess and the chaos the sounds of someone
close to falling apart