We Are The City
Feel Is A Word
I miss the days more than my youth when you'd comemeet me where I stand, where I am, where I've been.I'll try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end.I know you feel the way I feel,although every tongue that's split has its own sick way to convinceI try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end.Even when I'm ill, even when I am ill.
From Letras Mania