Eamon McGrath - City of Glass
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Calling all the red light runners who never stop
Calling all the poets out there with writer’s block
Calling all the drunks by the doors of Ostbahnhof
I’m calling out your names because I’m never gonna shake you off
Where can I find you and what’ll be the mailing address?
Freeways and streetlights explode in my consciousness
To live and to die like the first and last blade of grass
Diving so deep underneath that city of glass
Calling all the messengers with messages that all got shot
Calling all the generals who never called it off
Calling all the lovers out there that love forgot
All that is truly ripe is very soon to rot
Where can I find you and what’ll be the mailing address?
Freeways and streetlights explode in my consciousness
To live and to die like the first and last blade of grass
Diving so deep underneath that city of glass
Love is unkind as it hangs there on the vine
Under the sun we all become red wine
To live and to die like the first and last blade of grass
Diving so deep underneath that city of glass