Snailhouse - Born In The City lyrics

Born in the city, the blue and the grey It makes me feel like a kid again to wander in this way So I picture myself as a baby at 35 years old In a basket on your doorstep starving and cold But when I'm old and withered what will they say? "He was kind gentle and funny but he played it safe" For one night, the procession of us in the limelight It's not right Lighting up fires without torch songs It's not right The matchmaker makes up the matches The matches give us our flames Going to peoples' parties the court and spark is the same The icebreaker makes conversation The icemaker freezes our drinks The dance floor shakes our a**ets and our expectations sink For one night, the procession of us in the limelight It's not right Lighting up fires without torch songs It's not right