City Music
I have nothing to silence. I have nothing to say. I have nothing and nothing matters to me.
I have no fear, I have no sleep, I have no roof and I have no owner.
is mine, I found Alba lost a Saturday morning. Me
the unknown I always know on a plane, on a bus at a station.
I get to find eyes in which loss and loneliness it carries with it the desire to win.
I fall asleep kissing spots on their back and the next day as he came away.
And I am drunk again came the loneliness that always seems to come back to keep me company.
I have nothing and nothing matters to me. I have nothing to say. I have nothing to silence.