Slow Soak - Silk City
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In a city made of silk
he is hanging on a string
from the top of a building
where he heard an angel sing

In a smoke stained whiskey bar
in a red house not too far
she is filling up a jar
with the money for a car

and the water pours from the sky
but the wind it keeps him dry
he still thinks he can get by
in his mind he can fly

And her mother calls every day
and has nothing new to say
it's that feeling of her decay
that makes her want to pray

He's still hanging around
And she's still filling up

He's living a fever dream
and she's talking to a wall

It's that cut across his face
it's that hole inside her heart
it's that concept in his brain
it's that substance in her veins

that makes them stay

In a city made of silk
he is hanging on a string
from the top of a building
where he heard an angel sing

In a smoke stained whiskey bar
in a red house not too far
she is filling up a jar
with the money for a car