The music drones
Late into the night
After hours
As the sunset
Slips out
Of sight
The air is dim
And full
Rosins from the bull
Pushing the city
As the air antiquity
Rumbles from below
The city vents
All on my own
The music drones
Late into the night
After hours
As the sunset
Slips out
Of sight
The air is dim
And full
Rosins from the bull
Pushing the city
As the air antiquity
Rumbles from below
The city vents
All on my own
