I felt that I was half alive
I counted 24, 25
I wanted,
I wanted not to be lonely but still alone
Walking slowly but nearing home
I wanted
I wanted
In this old city of hearts
What is young we tear apart
I have always wondered why
In this old city of hearts
What is young we tear apart
Won’t you open up our eyes
You’d say that it was true to form
I was wishing hard for a storm
I wanted,
I wanted to see storm clouds rushing by
In a dark, brooding, stormy sky
I wanted I wanted
In this old city of hearts
What is young we tear apart
I have always wondered why
In this old city of hearts
What is young we tear apart
Won’t you open up our eyes