Thinking about the weather
You are wandering around
To the sound of the empty fields
You miss the poison in the air
But this smell
Is something so rare
The steam of the streets looks sad
When you see the fog between the trees
And hear the whistles of the breeze
There's nothing around to fear
Nothing around to drop a tear
Don't fall for their lies
The concrete, rust and smoky skies
Numbers, guns and ordinary lives
Industrial Unit Recordings - Down the Hills Lyrics
Industrial Unit Recordings - Down the Hills Lyrics
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Thinking about the weather
You are wandering around
To the sound of the empty fields
You miss the poison in the air
But this smell
Is something so rare
The steam of the streets looks sad
When you see the fog between the trees
And hear the whistles of the breeze
There's nothing around to fear
Nothing around to drop a tear
Don't fall for their lies
The concrete, rust and smoky skies
Numbers, guns and ordinary lives
You are wandering around
To the sound of the empty fields
You miss the poison in the air
But this smell
Is something so rare
The steam of the streets looks sad
When you see the fog between the trees
And hear the whistles of the breeze
There's nothing around to fear
Nothing around to drop a tear
Don't fall for their lies
The concrete, rust and smoky skies
Numbers, guns and ordinary lives
Writer: José Costa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid