Laughing in the rain beneath the bridge the city breathes its heavy breathe on us Surrounded by the hot exhale of life and death i slide your blush from out of these wet clothes. The smokestacks touch the air and touch it black the city kills another man again while soft and unsure you drink my love damp and gasping cars trundle by on the overpass, overhead, cold and caring about someone else - about something else; not here. they drive into the mist and dissappear. down roads that take us laughing to their graves and they in wet turf didnt notice us.
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…