Lyrics: Qim Isle
Music: Qim Isle/Nancyboy
They say it run my city
They say it run my city
They say it run my city
Oooooooo
Hey are you are you weary?
That sun shines on the city
It murks out as you're near it
As they break down on the mirror
Say
I don't seem to trouble the time
I just go back on a morning
If then troubles aren't troubled as I am
They look live as I'm thinking of dying
Holy
Holy
Holy smokes
Holy
Holy
Holy
They say you got him bothering up in sky
They say you got the falling with the oldest kind
I don't see but wonders in your eyes
They don't see you with your wings out
Only see you with their horns
I wouldn't mind
Let's parade for the fallen
And though it's troubling
Well it doesn't really matter
They don't feel that real
Holy
Holy
As they say power is the forces that devour
I'm hearing all these chuckles back from mountains
"Did you hear that? "forces that devour'?"
Living is tough like it's bigger than power
Watch the news then you watch for cowards
And fight for what may inspire the empowerment
I saw these two down a countryside
Sincere, unhindered and kind during yuletide
Unlike the city nothing was photographed
As the sun was rising
They held it with their own eyes
"Always of the motives
You're banging on a wall
Why wait for 'the moment?'
When it's all growing right in front of you"
It's bigger than yourself
Just jump the close edge
That's what I say is
Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy smokes
Bring down the ropes
And I want to know what inspires you
Where you're heart's been escalating to
I want to know how your day went
'Cause I love to hear you speak
I'm being honest
Though we don't see that often
I know that you've been crying to sleep
Do what you wanted to do
These flashing lights
Would say what if I's
They just what if I l's
There's always tommorrow
If you want it right
If you're loving right
If I see you coming
How my day would go
I'm high, I'm higher
Then you open the door
And I see you coming
How my day would go
I'm high, I'm high
You come in through that door
see you throw your stuff all over the ground
I do the same to my problems I threw 'em around
Then they're gone I feel grown
Just by being around you, it's true
It feels like there's tommorow
It feels like there's tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Fish that wants tommorow
Holy
Holy
Holy smokes
Holy
Holy
Holy
Holy
(Murmurs)