Snailhouse
Born in the City
Born in the city, the blue and the greyIt makes me feel like a kid again to wander in this waySo I picture myself as a baby at 35 years oldIn a basket on your doorstep starving and coldBut when I'm old and withered what will they say?"He was kind gentle and funny but he played it safe"For one night, the procession of us in the limelightIt's not rightLighting up fires without torch songsIt's not rightThe matchmaker makes up the matchesThe matches give us our flamesGoing to peoples' parties the court and spark is the sameThe icebreaker makes conversationThe icemaker freezes our drinksThe dance floor shakes our assets and our expectations sinkFor one night, the procession of us in the limelightIt's not rightLighting up fires without torch songsIt's not right
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