Song | The City |
Artist | The Dismemberment Plan |
Album | Emergency & I |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Now I notice the streetlamp’s hum | |
The ghosts of graffiti they couldn’t quite erase | |
The blank-faced stares on the subway | |
As the people go home | |
The parks lay empty like my unmade bed | |
The streets are silent like my lifeless telephone | |
And this is where | |
I live, but | |
I’ve never felt less at home | |
So I’m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There’s no one to know | |
There’s nothing to do | |
The city’s been dead | |
Since you’ve been gone… | |
Sometimes | |
I stand on my roof at night | |
And watch, as something seems to happen somewhere else | |
I feel like the breeze will pick me up and carry me away | |
Out and over this iridescent grid | |
Up and away from the bar fights and neon lights | |
Out and away from everything that makes me what | |
I am So I’m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There’s no one to know | |
There’s nothing to do | |
The city’s been dead | |
Since you’ve been gone… | |
Oh I never had just whatever it is you want, baby | |
And I really tried, | |
I tried with all my might—it made me crazy | |
To try to figure out what it is | |
I’ve done wrong every time | |
When everything | |
I love, everything | |
I hold dear | |
Heads out sometime | |
And all I ever say now is good-bye. |
Now I notice the streetlamp' s hum | |
The ghosts of graffiti they couldn' t quite erase | |
The blankfaced stares on the subway | |
As the people go home | |
The parks lay empty like my unmade bed | |
The streets are silent like my lifeless telephone | |
And this is where | |
I live, but | |
I' ve never felt less at home | |
So I' m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There' s no one to know | |
There' s nothing to do | |
The city' s been dead | |
Since you' ve been gone | |
Sometimes | |
I stand on my roof at night | |
And watch, as something seems to happen somewhere else | |
I feel like the breeze will pick me up and carry me away | |
Out and over this iridescent grid | |
Up and away from the bar fights and neon lights | |
Out and away from everything that makes me what | |
I am So I' m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There' s no one to know | |
There' s nothing to do | |
The city' s been dead | |
Since you' ve been gone | |
Oh I never had just whatever it is you want, baby | |
And I really tried, | |
I tried with all my might it made me crazy | |
To try to figure out what it is | |
I' ve done wrong every time | |
When everything | |
I love, everything | |
I hold dear | |
Heads out sometime | |
And all I ever say now is goodbye. |
Now I notice the streetlamp' s hum | |
The ghosts of graffiti they couldn' t quite erase | |
The blankfaced stares on the subway | |
As the people go home | |
The parks lay empty like my unmade bed | |
The streets are silent like my lifeless telephone | |
And this is where | |
I live, but | |
I' ve never felt less at home | |
So I' m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There' s no one to know | |
There' s nothing to do | |
The city' s been dead | |
Since you' ve been gone | |
Sometimes | |
I stand on my roof at night | |
And watch, as something seems to happen somewhere else | |
I feel like the breeze will pick me up and carry me away | |
Out and over this iridescent grid | |
Up and away from the bar fights and neon lights | |
Out and away from everything that makes me what | |
I am So I' m not unsympathetic | |
I see why you left | |
There' s no one to know | |
There' s nothing to do | |
The city' s been dead | |
Since you' ve been gone | |
Oh I never had just whatever it is you want, baby | |
And I really tried, | |
I tried with all my might it made me crazy | |
To try to figure out what it is | |
I' ve done wrong every time | |
When everything | |
I love, everything | |
I hold dear | |
Heads out sometime | |
And all I ever say now is goodbye. |