Sadistik - City In Amber lyrics
[Sadistik - City In Amber lyrics]
They say the dead never speak
Maybe I don't listen
To the sweet nothings in the
Crazy world I live in
I'm in a flush grey Seattle on Monday as
The sun rays chase the shadows up hills
With a child-like sentiment
Catch me if you can it's
A fight flight rhetoric
Dancing on command till the
Night's light's setting in
Fancy what you have
It's the zeitgeist yet again
In hindsight to find my cause
Of death I chased my
Dreams then I lost my breath - get it?
Am I clever with the words? Does it really
Really matter when you're entering a hearse?
Look, I'm alone in a coma
From the methadone searching for
A saint that was frozen in a bed of snow
And then I'll excavate the set of
Bones, easy come, easy go
Better late than never though
Here we go again
We can call it my defeat when my tongue is
In my cheek for a solid ninety weeks
Swallow pride and grief, that is
All I really had
Just so I can understand that is
All that I can be and from a birdseye view
Sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues
Sixteen shots and the world I knew is
A resting plot for the kerbside blues
I see a city trapped in amber full of
All the joy and the misery that's captured
Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the
Fireflies like a symphony of lanterns
Maybe I don't listen
To the sweet nothings in the
Crazy world I live in
I'm in a flush grey Seattle on Monday as
The sun rays chase the shadows up hills
With a child-like sentiment
Catch me if you can it's
A fight flight rhetoric
Dancing on command till the
Night's light's setting in
Fancy what you have
It's the zeitgeist yet again
In hindsight to find my cause
Of death I chased my
Dreams then I lost my breath - get it?
Am I clever with the words? Does it really
Really matter when you're entering a hearse?
Look, I'm alone in a coma
From the methadone searching for
A saint that was frozen in a bed of snow
And then I'll excavate the set of
Bones, easy come, easy go
Better late than never though
Here we go again
We can call it my defeat when my tongue is
In my cheek for a solid ninety weeks
Swallow pride and grief, that is
All I really had
Just so I can understand that is
All that I can be and from a birdseye view
Sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues
Sixteen shots and the world I knew is
A resting plot for the kerbside blues
I see a city trapped in amber full of
All the joy and the misery that's captured
Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the
Fireflies like a symphony of lanterns