Bishop Allen - Empire City lyrics

rate me

Somewhere in the front of the footlights

I'm looking for a good place to sit

All my lines get so complicated

That I take a fall into the orchestra pit

Samson suffered the same fate

Powerless and losing his hair

Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper: When the hero dies, does

The audience care?

All the sneaky things we could do in the dark

And with every chance,

I'd end up missing my mark

In the city of night, out in the city of snow

We kept playing the part

Where she's letting me go

She always reminds me: We're playing the part where she's letting me go

Somewhere in the Empire City

Someone takes a curtain call

I'm so broke at the end of the evening

That you'll find me hopeless in the back of the hall

Brutus suffered the same fate

They left him all alone with his shame

Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper: When you wield the

Knife, learn to carry

The blame