Texty: Tom McRae. Draw Down The Stars.

Coming back to the city
That I never quite leave
Picture you be the ocean
Picture me coughing into my sleeve

Like a snake eating snake you confuse me
Who's killer ? Who's captive ? Who's free ?
In a city that kills by constriction
Throw your streets around me and squeeze

And draw down the stars
Draw down the stars
What's in your heart?