A19 کے بول

A footbridge calls out, dull metal moans as we clamber over Paint is repelled and bronze grips hard I can't touch such an ugly surface 250 miles away, you need money to spread your wings Each town must bear a name A lasting testament to organization Sobbing and Sighing The scales are falling from your eyes Green metal grows, towers toppling They tore it down before I took my picture A19, I can't settle down The same attitude engulfs this country My only aspirations were those held on an A4 printout But those word weren't in my repertoire You can't cling to a reputation Sobbing and Sighing The scales are falling from your eyes Tossing and Turning The truth should come as no surprise A continent could fall tonight And it would have no impact on our lives It's okay to love the way that something looks Just be sure beneath it something hooks