Dirty Air
i waited a while for that arrogant smile and the lips that go with it
i thought a warm room must be a sign, that i am doing something right
and whatever that is i want another piece of it
and i walk tonight, in dirty air, tonight
in a city that towers over like a ghost
i wear a glass armor to looks like yours.
but it keeps raining in my bedroom
and there is always someone to blame
for the clouds,the signs and the bad phone lines,
so i cover my face.
and i walk tonight, in dirty air, tonight.