Texty: For The Day. Sofa So Good. Town With No River.

When I walk the streets at night
Like blood running through my veins
There's nothing but me and the rain
I can hear the houses whisper

So many corners have seen me hang my head
The pavement often caught my tears
Look into the emptiness of black windows
They could tell you much about me

This city is mine
I feel it inside of me
It's my history
Sad story

Just another local girl came along
And broke my heart
Everynight I yearn for someone
(But again) I kissed no one, not even a bottle

This city...

So I walk the streets at night
Trying to live on in concrete solitude
My house is black and the walls are dumb
They listen to me and keep all my secrets

This city...