We Are The City Feel Is A Word
I miss the days more than my youth when you'd come
Meet me where I stand, where I am, where I've been
I'll try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end
I know you feel the way I feel
Although every tongue that's split has its own sick way to convince
I try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end
Even when I'm ill, even when I am ill