The City On Film

Kind Of Like Spitting - Out Of Harm's Way... Finally

The City On Film


Salt and sugar sustains through the freeze 
Your phone calls never bring me out of thick dreams 
I cant be reasonable, say come here alone 
Pull the phone from the outlet, and collapse in the hall 
A hell of a ride if you seize it 
It won't be the same if you leave it 
Sleep with your door ajar, for the sound of any person or car I slept on the sofa bed I never will again 
I crept round the living room to tire my limbs. 
She hated that her balcony, that I could never be ok
When it broke us forever it all resembled TV 
You know where you'll go when you leave here
You look tired with the keys in your hand 
Afraid you might have missed her call 
Ashamed that you missed her at all 
Its not over by any means, but you cant do anything 
I know it feels like shunning family, but some bridges are worth burning