The Devil Wears Prada - Chicago lyrics

rate me

In this grave hour,

I have composed our final song

The last words of our love lost (of our love lost)

I called your hands home for years, for years, for years, for years on end.

It's become distant and I hate my helpless defiance.

No.

You have no problem finding me,

Although you only commit unintentionally. (unintentionally)

I do it for the Lord,

I do it for Chicago.

I once lived for you,

And I've never ever been

So wrong (wrong), wrong,

So wrong (wrong), wrong.

We keep building,

Building to find no release.