Sold Out City
Song by Michael Shynes
I’ve got these scars that ain’t healing
I’ve got some rust in my blood
Feels like I’m drowning in secrets that I can’t tell anyone
I was fighting back tears when we first met
You reached for my hand across the pavement
In the summer we would skate, from the Mississippi River to that dried up lake
We were on the run from a sold out city to an empty one
I want to run to your window, when the rain becomes a flood
You’d feel the warmth of my shadow, and hold me tight in your arms
In the summer we would skate, from the Mississippi River to that dried up lake
We were on the run from a sold out city to an empty one
You showed me both the bruises, that your father gave you when you called for revolution
I’m clutching onto you, in a world of lies you feel a lot like truth
Sometimes the strength of your arms can lift you up when
When your fickle heart is not enough
I’ve got some rust in my blood
Feels like I’m drowning in secrets that I can’t tell anyone
I was fighting back tears when we first met
You reached for my hand across the pavement
In the summer we would skate, from the Mississippi River to that dried up lake
We were on the run from a sold out city to an empty one
I want to run to your window, when the rain becomes a flood
You’d feel the warmth of my shadow, and hold me tight in your arms
In the summer we would skate, from the Mississippi River to that dried up lake
We were on the run from a sold out city to an empty one
You showed me both the bruises, that your father gave you when you called for revolution
I’m clutching onto you, in a world of lies you feel a lot like truth
Sometimes the strength of your arms can lift you up when
When your fickle heart is not enough