| dUStY, oLd cITy... |
| the wind blows my hair into my face, and the air, it chokes me now, and my heart begins to race, spent too long in the wrong, with the dust kciked in my face, I've learnt to get by in this dusty, old city. your eyes, like shards of glass, dissect my stare, if I cared, I would be now in deep dispear, it took years to hold the tears, cos I knew it wasn't fair, there's such a lot of faith in this dusty, old city. my hands are so cold they could bleed, and I need somewhere to hide, so I plead, guess I know it's not so, eyah, I'm a freak indeed, there's so much I forgot about this dusty, old city. yeah words, they were always so cruel, and I'm a fool to give a damn at all, tried my best to pass the test, but I'd never be that cool, shallow voices echo out in this dusty, old city. |