Twenty three buildings
Twenty three buildings ; and no way out of this town ; streets are full of fog ; nobody’s slowing down ; I never asked for this parade ; Bookies, whores and clowns ; Erase my name from your windshield ; And catch me when I fall ; A hope that dies Following a ; silent highway that never lies...; Paper planes are crashing ; With every dream that turns to clay ; A script that’s re-written ; When nobody cares to stay ; I write my nightmares on the wall ; For you to read in the morning ; Let the wind peel off my lineaments ; And just keep on going ; A hope that...; 