| Song | Sydney |
| Artist | Mara Threat |
| Album | Romantic Things |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
| But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
| I’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
| Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
| But I’ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
| Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
| This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
| And it’s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
| And choosing experiences over hurt | |
| And I hope that you realise, what it’s worth | |
| Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home | |
| So how’s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
| This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
| But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
| And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
| Lord knows I tried | |
| But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home | |
| I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
| I hope that you realise, what it’s worth | |
| Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home |
| I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
| But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
| I' m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
| Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
| But I' ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
| Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
| This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
| And it' s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
| And choosing experiences over hurt | |
| And I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
| Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
| So how' s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
| This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
| But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
| And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
| Lord knows I tried | |
| But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
| I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
| I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
| Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home |
| I want to write a love song to a city I barely know | |
| But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads? | |
| I' m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air | |
| Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair | |
| But I' ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care. | |
| Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass? | |
| This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth | |
| And it' s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life | |
| And choosing experiences over hurt | |
| And I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
| Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
| So how' s about that love to a song to a city I will never know | |
| This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go | |
| But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night | |
| And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried | |
| Lord knows I tried | |
| But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home | |
| I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise | |
| I hope that you realise, what it' s worth | |
| Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold | |
| And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul | |
| On these busy streets I' ve made my home, I' ve made my home |