My soul is sad like a city bag
Dreams upon my face, clouds behind the race
The knife is under the wall, if you are looking for the scrawl
My heart is flat like a petty tag
Singing on the bridge, dancing in the fridge
The knife is under the wall, if you are looking for the scrawl
My belly is mad like a kitty lag
Shout on my head, Smoke on the bled
The knife is under the wall, if you are looking for the
scrawl
My step is fat like a pretty gag
Concrete in my mind, new solution to find
The life is upon the wall, if you are looking for the all
The city bag
Stelh, Jan'15