Shoot me in my face
Give me another hole to see through
Because I am blind
I never loved having something more
More than I missed it
Everything I touch, turns to . .
The city's going to eat her alive this year
Lets just pretend there's no such thing as the wind
And the air is still outside
And the trees just move on their own
In this storm
Rain trickling down her face
She shot me in my head
And my thoughts spilled out all over the
American oak wood floor
Tried to tidy up my thoughts once more
The city's going to eat her alive this year
The city's going to eat her alive