Disconnected from the gravel in the alley that taught our throats to sing
I miss these streets and how they used to hold me
Like the bedroom in the suburbs where I used to sleep
This city built it’s lights like a cradle for the desperate youth
But when we left it was a wasted bed
Worn to death by the bodies of our darkest nightmares
And the memories our coldest sweats

And i don’t know if I could sleep again
This place has killed our dreams.
I drew a map on the back of my hand,
But i still can’t see

How did we lose our way?
I feel like the rain, raising the water by day
And soaking river road with the memory of what used to be
Maybe it was me that pulled the tide
So when the pressure gets too high
I can disappear at the water’s edge
So i can swim in my own regrets

But we’re still separated from the river that left us here
We grew by the silt from the floodplain
But we withered to grey in the sun
Our veins too swollen to stay shut
We’re the waters that dried up
We’re the blood that was lost
We’re the flood that returned unrecognized
We’re the homes that never forgot