Siamese
Cities
We took gardens for grantedThe smell of wet dirt mashed in the seams of our handsThe city grows patches of plasticImports from far away landsThe city lights pull me like taffySleepwalking memories draftyThe bell tolls five before I crack my lidsThe yolk scrambles inverted parenthesisDynamite and fire blast boneThe wind and water’s fury smooth stoneThat’s why we made the cities our home, our homeCities our homeWe opened our eyes as the axis tiltedThe seasons stopped as the flowers wiltedWind blew money from our pockets, feathers from the treesWords on the tv didn’t mean anythingDynamite and fire blast boneThe wind and water’s fury smooth stoneThat’s why we made the cities our home, our homeCities our homeThat’s why we made the cities our home
From Letras Mania