Cut City - This Exile Reads Me lyrics

rate me

Grow to be cold

Voices leave their mark

Hear the message sent

I'm desperate for accident

This might serve a purpose

If we're acting naturally

Through these vacant streets

This exile wears the midnight light

Desperate for accidents

Because we could be all around

We would be the people

That never leaves the ground

I remember when privacy meant I wanted you to intrude

No written safe-keeping or drunken interlude

Just certain exile from today