This City Called Earth - Antégata Sol
Cold as the dead of nightFall, to the ground this year
Soon as you find out where you lay
Find your way outside, where I can't cause you mind
And I can't call you up anymore
I don't see any other way out
All I know is that you've got a life to live and that's okay with me, as long as it's okay with you
Tell me how we wound up here and I'll give you a quarter
It only takes two cents to get me to defocus my eyes back into my skull because advice never quite sits right at first
A hot to cold temperament with a thermos so I'm prepared
Precipice of the ego where I won't act like I don't have one
She had it nice like Fred Rogers, but got a bite like Davis
Don't interrupt the first inversion, voice led into a blue-note.. or whatever it is they say
Written by:
Anthony Vargas
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