I need the warmth of the concrete and a city that will lay it down Paper-cuts, the spring and a scene that had been meaning not to make a sound I'm about to lay it down, uh-huh I will wrap my string around, uh-huh
I can't believe it until that I have seen it I believe it now Everybody's leaving out the punch I proceeded to curse the ceiling feeling I should say it now I can't wrap my hopes around a hunch