We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
We Are The City
A shooting star
Just twenty feet up
I'm like a prisoner in my car
Willing to try things I'll never admit
I think i'm going to be sick
I'm bent out of shape
My bone head is full of it
She saw her car lift up off of the lawn
Is it a sign or is she a fraud?
I don't know
A shooting star
Just twenty feet up
I'm like a prisoner in my car
Willing to try things I'll never admit