Our bus isn't coming
I think I'm going blind
Or is everything losing its color
I made it clear to you
My sleep is restless
My heart is divided
Quarters, halves, & eighths
I'm in love with this feeling
This invisible feeling.
What I wanted to say
Would have sounded all wrong
In that crazy pitch of my
Pidgin stammering knotted tongue
I'm used to it, this city
The smell of it, the gray dust of it
I know that's rain coming
To wash it over
Clean it away
I'm used to it, this feeling
The comforting, the reviling
I'm used to it, this city
The comforting, the reviling
You're sitting in front of me Our bus isn't coming I think I'm going blind Or is everything losing its color I made it clear to you My sleep is restless My heart is divided Quarters, halves, & eighths I'm in love with this feeling This invisible feeling. What I wanted to say Would have sounded all wrong In that crazy pitch of my Pidgin stammering knotted tongue I'm used to it, this city The smell of it, the gray dust of it I know that's rain coming To wash it over Clean it away I'm used to it, this feeling The comforting, the reviling I'm used to it, this city The comforting, the reviling Explain Request ×
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