Summer in the city where the air is still. A baby being born to the overkill. Who cares what people say. We walk down love's motorway. . Ambition and love wearing boxing gloves.
When you're the belle of the ball. It's hard to fall. And sacrifice your status for a fool. But all your apparatus and your charm. Can never cool the still, still waters.
Swore I saw my true reflection. In the city lights at midnight. Fragments of a life led searching. Settle in a mess of color. The hills at dawn with your cool dark daughter.