Odd angled shadow, voice on the wind
Where do you end where do I begin?
Tangled in streets, caught in your veins
The tune of my nightmares played on the rain
I have written your history
You who makes sense of me
Let go I implore
You oh voice of my horror
Trapped in this game
I cannot hope to win
With you, terrible thing
Wrapped in a city’s skin
My towers, my bridges, my angles askew
Each scene I play out I’ve written for you
I’ve shaped out a life for you, made you a home
For a place cannot be a city alone
Write me a history,
You who makes sense of me
Cry out like thunder
Oh voice of my wonders
Ghost in my doorways
Where else would you haunt?
I know you, I see you
Is that not what you want?
Resetting the stage rewriting the song In every new scene clawing
out for the light
Becoming by inches a city of sights Each day a new chance to
get it just wrong
Rewriting the steps Relearning the steps
Day after Day
In the city where it always rains
I have written your history Write me a history,
You who makes sense of me You who makes sense of me
Let go I implore Cry out like thunder
You oh voice of my horror Oh voice of my wonders
If you let me go You knocked on my door
Would I really be free? That’s how I let you in
Were I not here, How can you run
Where would I be? From where you’ve always been?