Testo di Crushed City

This city's got a crush on me The driest romance of the century An arctic plea to fallen stone A disconnection notice on the phone You're all lined up like you've got something to prove Are you waiting for blood or are you waiting for the truth I think about I think about a blindfolded fight Where all the streets will wear the glasses and I'm never right I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night Like taking candy from the mouths of babes Like picking flowers for your lover from another's grave Are the buildings collapsing from the weight of sin and Will I be frozen if I look back at them I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night And I'll think about these things until I get it right