will scream over and over until you notice me until my voice breaks and all this heartache gently fades away So where are the pictures, of you and me
Traduction: City And Colour. So Low.
In the big city Where the lights are low Cold dirty ground Where the rivers don't flow Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away In the big city Where
Know All About That [Verse 1: T.I.] See me in ya city sittin pretty no im shining dawg ridin' wid a couple latin brawds and a china doll aye.. and
Gudda:] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the doe still, And anybody in my way, Roadkill, Evrything my hands touch turn to gold, Money, Knots and
(let's do it again) Rockin Damage, Cross Colour and Paco (do it a) While playboys stepped in talent shows (let's do it again) Prom night, tux and Kangol was so
cop cars, And we looked up to them like they were rock stars, Paint stained hands and fame like Manson, That's Charles not Marilyn, a city held to ransom, Cans and
Yeah she can't wait My top back with my beat down low Running round the city I don't know where to go I guess I pull up on strip and turn a couple heads
and ballot sheets Statistics day and night Running black and white Barnum: Black and white I?m runnin? politics in black and white Cold truth and good
?s a silent spring Party is over The circus has left town It?s the morning after And you?re coming down Down Down Hell is frozen Crashing dreams Cities
matching colours or parkin' people's cars And telling little lies if that's alright In the big city, in the big city, in the big city In the big city
but to feel alone like a tree in a desert dried up like the skin of a lizard but full of colour like the spots of a leopard drum and bass pull me in
