Light shines through my window
Is it sunlight or artificial
Light shines through my window
Is it sunlight or artificial
This concrete river is a bed of nails for me
And the cold black asphalt will hold my bones for all to see
And if I drown in the middle of the city can my soul I keep
Or will the glow of headlights show the way to sleep on golden streets
When the chips are down
And luck's run out
When all hope is gone
I'll always have you
I much prefer the nighttime to the day
Because in the dark they won't remark how far I've gone astray
We can stand on even ground and maybe on my toes for just one
Second I can pretend I am just as good as you
This concrete river is a bed of nails for me
And the cold black asphalt will hold my bones for all to see
And if I drown in the middle of the city can my soul I keep
Or will the glow of headlights show the way to sleep on golden streets
Light shines through my window
Is it sunlight or artificial?
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