City lights, leaking at the seams,
Skyline hopes and Skyline dreams,
Robust carbon hearts dancing in moonbeams,
A caveat of careless silver screens
Late nights with hollow eyes,
A compilation of our greatest highs,
Played out to the group of hungry spies,
Elongated by my constant lies
Is there still magic in the midnight sun,
Or am I refusing to believe it's run,
Out of fire.
Is there still passion in the empty cup,
Or am I refusing to believe it's blown up,
Out of desire.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
City lights, leaking at the seams,
Skyline hopes and Skyline dreams,
Robust carbon hearts dancing in moonbeams,
A caveat of careless silver screens
Late nights with hollow eyes,
A compilation of our greatest highs,
Played out to the group of hungry spies,
Elongated by my constant lies
Is there still magic in the midnight sun,
Or am I refusing to believe it's run,
Out of fire.
Is there still passion in the empty cup,
Or am I refusing to believe it's blown up,
Out of desire.
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