Towering buildings in this city of mine
Posters on the walls is where I draw lines
Since childhood plastered walls kept me tied
To comfort in square-meters through day and night
There's a lot of things to stumble over
There's so much to say I don't even bother
There are holes that we tend to fall in
On this long road in our boxes of tin
These lonely hours they wake me from life
'Til clarity cuts my brain like a rusty knife
There's a lot of things to stumble over
There's so much to say I don't even bother
When my head rolls off my shoulders
And onto the floor
When I can't find the right key
To unlock my door
There's a lot of things to stumble over
There's so much to say I don't even bother
When my head rolls off my shoulders
And onto the floor
When I can't find the right key
To unlock my door
Towering buildings in this city of mine
Posters on the walls is where I draw lines
There's a lot of things to stumble over
There's so much to say I don't even bother
When my head rolls off my shoulders
And onto the floor
When I can't find the right key
To unlock my door