All the colors fading into grey
Pull a string and push it all away
Right beside the Bible on the bed
A blister where you kissed her on the forehead
Tell me, how am I supposed to find The City
I remember I could see the marquee
But all the other streets were foggy
Now, how am I supposed to find The City
Sinking like the tide into the sand
Under what I think I understand
Echoes empty shell under the sun
I wonder was it thunder or a shot-gun