Dancers dance into the night,
So fair across the street,
There feet dont gather dust,
There bringing the light.
This place leaves the sirens on,
It takes off all its clothes,
Its foaming from the mouth,
I wish you would come,
You don't know where im going,
Where the rivers are flowing,
Your world is youre your lie,
You dont know what im saying,
Or the games that your playing,
Your world is your lie,
The same old fight in this place,
The same old ground in my place.
The same old sounds fill this place of, my town.
A stairway takes you past the morning,
To places that we meet,
Showing the winter rust,
My heart is in mourning.
A ruptured fence that holds me in,
Which means were bound to fleet,
A god for the un-just,
My favourite sin,
You dont know where im going,
Where the rivers are flowing,
Your world is youre your lie,
You dont know what im saying,
Or the games that your playing,
Your world is your lie,
The same old fight in this place,
The same old ground in my place.
The same old sounds fill this place of, my town.
