DAVID USHER

DAVID USHER - The Music

rate me

Baby, baby, don't be late

The world is ending I can't change

The way I feel about you now

New York is cold as ever

But still I go out every night

And hide myself among the lights

Bathe in all the pretty things the city brings

The bodies glisten and they shine

Like the stars we're born to die

And like these roses we all will fade

I'm counting the cars on the freeway below

Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives

Speeding out of control

Lost in the music in the music

Baby, baby, please don't cry

Wipe the guilt out from your eyes

And leave your conscience on the bed

There's no one innocent here

In the mirror you'll find faith

Plastic flowers never fade but we all turn to grey

I'm counting the cars on the freeway below

Lost in the music all the foolishness of our lives

Speeding out of control

Lost in the music in the music

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