Sinking in the city
Theses days, these days, these wicked days are empty days
I guess they're all just retribution for my wicked ways
There's broken eyes, there's empty lies on every corner
And there's no glory setting sail on shallow waters
He walks from town to town with wide-eyed wonder
He never estimates the faces that he sees
He looks around, he finds his life in slumber
I wonder if he wonders what he could have been
BRIDGE:
There's no mercy when you're sinking in the city
There's no silence when you're sleeping under stairs
There's no laughter when you're dying under streetlamps
All the city sells is darkness and despair
CHORUS:
So what to do
So what to do now?
Can we build the bridges
build the bridges between me and you?
So what to so
So what to do now?,
Can we burn the witches...
burn the witches that keep stealing our food?
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