Song | Empty City |
Artist | Gentle Giant |
Album | Interview |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
1. She knows the streets | |
where she walks, | |
never were paved with gold | |
can't return, | |
but won't dream till she's old. | |
leaving it soon behind | |
city so cold. | |
And everyday now so long, | |
how could she have been so wrong. | |
2. And as the morning comes, | |
shadows on her fall upon, | |
walking crowded the streets | |
she looked on, | |
packs her case | |
and tomorrow she's gone. | |
And everyday now so long, | |
how could she have been so wrong. |