Engines hot running, running
Substances touching my lips
I'll be the New York City narrative
An urban Romeo and Juliet
Creating epics and timeless expressions from a car seat
Speeding miles per heart beat
If I promised you the best night between best friends
To what extent would you go to ensure the end?
Our actions, our motives will go down in history as the F.D.R theory
More often then not time is our enemy
More often then not we could only dream of a night so pretty
So perfect in the city. Take a razor to me
I believe this is our exit, somewhere we belong
I was never clean nor was I pure; I was never certain nor was I sure
Halfway between bleach and excess, halfway between naked and dressed
I believe this is our purpose, somewhere we belong
Each block holds our camera, each block holds our focus
I was never happy nor was I sad, I was never good nor was I bad
Halfway between up and down. Halfway...
Legends in progress
I believe this is our exit, somewhere we belong
Each block holds our architect, each block holds our construction
I was never bored nor was I amused, I was never intrigued nor was I confused
Halfway between broken and function, halfway between straight and addiction
I believe this is our purpose, somewhere we belong
Each block holds our remedy, each block holds our solution
I was never together nor was I alone, I was never forever nor was I concerned
Halfway between charming and ugly, halfway between scarred and beauty
Engines hot running, running
Substances touching my lips
I'll be the New York City narrative
Speeding miles per heart beat