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vankwish - city of rain lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m stranded in the infamous city of rain
misunderstood like the final scene in citizen kane
shackled to a chain fence i shiver in pain
buried by a landslide like mr mccaine
i miss the mundane and mediocre trivial trials
and search for happiness behind subliminal smiles
money runs the city in a criminal style
i swear it’s breaking free from the pack and pushing the three minute mile
so we adjust our spines to their minimal height
and minimise our needs like a minister might
and say a prayer for a minimum wage rise
then keep looking up like nick cage in snake eyes
but all i see is a leak in the roof
even the ceilings are suffering, they reek of abuse
this building is falling apart at the seems
like charlie sheen breaking down as if he’s half a machine
it’s par for the dream, swept up and washing away
clocked out now it’s off for the day, what can i say
dropped down, i’m locked out and lost in a maze
criss+crossed like the streets on this block of decay
i’m just the moss on a rock in a cave
transforming from a bright green glow to a ghostly grey
and i know that we’re mostly standing one toast away
from death’s oven and the roasting tray
so when the last swell rises and laps my feet
to signal the turn of the tide is complete
i’ll let go from that rock that i clung to, swung to
deep in this cave on the coast and i’ll float away
[chorus]
you said, the times they are changing
but all i see is it’s still raining
still raining, still raining
all i see is it’s still raining
still raining, still raining
all i see is it’s still raining

[verse 2]
..and like the city of love, the city of light
the city of sin, heading to it’s death from within
where a lion roams bridges in the western wind
the lone city on it’s own with no next of kin
the gore city, war gritty, raw pitty+poor
sh+tty+store, kiddy+court, fourth+floor city core
four–by+six foot walls per committee law
crawl like sixty+four floors and there’s fifteen more
yet outside, the sky starts storming
pouring like the tears of an orphan, mourning the
fallen family that we can’t call back now
banging on your door like a mormon
and if all drains lead to the rivers and the sea
but the rivers just bleed and the sea can’t breathe
this city once smoked it was cloaked in coal
now i’m walking through a city with a broken soul
staring at the glass, it just stares right back
and we’ll stare at each other in despair till we crack
cause we’re both just objects of man made matter
defending from attackers and resisting our collapse
what’s forever falling, yet feels no pain
it’s feared by some yet waited on by many
as ancient as the wonder of the world that it lands on
it’s carrying a message that we never quite catch
and i once held your hand in the pouring rain
and i planned our escape route to fortune and fame
but the plan never fit into the form of the frame
that i made and today there’s nothing much more i can say like..
[chorus]
you said, the times they are changing
but all i see is it’s still raining
still raining, still raining
all i see is it’s still raining
still raining, still raining
all i see is it’s still raining
still raining, still raining
all i see is it’s still raining

[verse 3]
and that’s the last prayer on the list
as i gaze from these pages to stare at the mist
and i wish she could take all my troubles and pain
and just shuffle them away til they’re safely aside
in saviour i’ll pray for my lady of light
to carry me away in the wake of the night
and fly me across all the rivers and the roof+tops
from the boom spots to the banks of the boon docks
liquor+store, ticket+time, nickel+dime, food spots
fl!cker+lit streets and illuminous tube stops
where the junk feeds off a cartoon clock
for a harpoon shot, full of balloon of boom rock
and some may say that the man in the moon
might fall from the sky to just rock for a few blocks
hand you a tune to be slammed in a boom box
and jam the backstreets, the creeks and bamboo tombs
lit up by a lanterns bloom we’re
just another thread in the land of the loom
spinning on a spool in a phantoms hand
or the womb of an answer, chipping at the cancer
and all night long getting soaked to the bone
just stoked to be home in the ocean we roam
if you save me a seat we can sail so freely
believe me, baby, this city don’t need me
[outro]
dreamers
the dreamers dream their dreams
and you said
the times they are changing
but all i see is its
still raining
still raining

- vankwish lyrics

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