Crazy Arm - Asphalt lyrics

rate me

In other times you'd lose those graces

In a blaze of accusations, on slates of stone

In other worlds your kings and queens

Will not stand up to scrutiny

While things are spoken, while gods are dead

I'll state my case and cover down

These words are mine to kill your hate

And melt your swords in fire

There's nothing left for us in the city

I'll take my chances on the road

There's nothing precious in the city

Won't buy the lies that i've been told

Come visit me with new desires

Come visit me with hand grenades

Come talk to me of foreign lands

Of burning skies and hidden chords

Come fuck with me and leave me open

To new ideas and metaphors

Come down with me to where i lay

To drink the blood from whisky jars

It's not that i don't know what i am doing here

It's not that i don't know where i am going here

It's not that i don't know what i'm saying here

This is a war

Just by now i should have some better idea, better way

There's nothing that can't be forgiven

There's nothing left for us in the city

I'll take my chances on the road.