It was always loud while it was snowing i didnt know, just where i was going and they shut down all the buildings, and the machines, they had to go home
In our town there are no roads no land to call our own but i will sing sing sing a song through the radio wires and into my bones! oh! they're cold
I was a belljar i had a small part singing to the whores, singing through my door. on a cold day, the boats in the bay the ships go to battle. their
I told the captain i could work no more! there was a day when these saints would stand at my door! and now the city follows me around. where once was
