April went by
Still wasting my time
Saving all I have for you
You make me feel home
You make me feel right
You make me feel, I guess
Staring at the walls, packing all I have
Sending my goodbyes again (some
Things never change)
Ooh, 'cause - this city means no love
And it's finding its ways inside my veins
Ooh, 'cause - this city means no love
Creeping and crawling
Creeping and crawling
I could feel it starting to get old
I guess I was supposed to know that
It'll feel so alone!
Tired of walking, tired of moving, trying to
Hold on to things that I'm losing
Everything's turning round again
And I'm sitting on my way in non-place
Getting to know a disposable friend
Florescent light - so I almost forgot
Things can feel all right
Ooh, 'cause - this city means no love
And it's finding its ways inside my veins
Ooh, 'cause - this city means no love
Creeping and crawling
Creeping and crawling
Vocals: Noa Lembersky | Trumpet: Urijah
Saxophone: Daniel Zamir | Trombone: Nimrod
Talmon | Drums: Yonadav Halevy | Ba**: Shay
Hamani & Tal Govhari | Bricasti Treatment:
Keoss Studio | Photo by Aaron Feaver