Letras
Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies
Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in people's daily lives
You elevate to earn yourself the status,
then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file
Hard to come to terms with how they do it,
when the air is formed of things that you can't breathe in
Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings,
in front of scrolling numbers on computer screens
All her friends stay logged into the system,
in fear of what would go down if they tried to hide
Hard to come to terms with how they do it,
when the streets are lined with houses you can't live in
Buildings reaching far beyond the ocean,
I better get these wheels in motion
Hard to come to terms with all the echoes that we face,
to stay here
She'd lie awake for hours thinking up a better place, where maybe...
You're gone
It's done