Texty:
Self Against City Telling Secrets To Strangers

I can't, I can't, can't seem to get what I want I know it's my fault But if we only live once, who's to tell me I'm wrong To want the best for myself

a drink And then we'll talk again Any minute now, I could be moving in But we'll keep it on the ice with words so curiously clever Tell me what love

It's 3AM and you are on the floor again Running out of steam but you say you're just trying to think An emotional vampire caught redhanded Sucking the

the first heartache in the world Your wounds will mend You'll be whole once again Again Something awakens you from deep within the night But you're facing the wall again

I want my life to be more like a symphony With chords encased, and scores of grace that rivals symmetry I want my chance to behold the truth and watch

Let's take this all the way (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh) Nothing can touch us now (Oh oh oh, oh oh oh) Lately I've been thinking about changing myself Into

would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon. My brother and I were a strange

would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon. My brother and I were a strange

I would ask my father "Am I the orphaned son you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon. My brother and I were a strange