a fall and shake and weep
The dear they may not speak
We feel tight when there is tension
And our eyes can make us weep
And his heart was full of fire
And his soul was seldom higher
with the falsities of fun
Could embrace sweet desires
in moments as they passed
But he feared it ever more,
We'd walk up Holland Avenue
and watch the riches they consumed
Their product made our hearts exude
an emptiness unrivaled by
The hunger that I could control
that he might stay there, so
But ah, the gray in this city
The gray in this city is too much to bear
And I believe we're meant to be seen
And I want to be held by those arms
I want to be held by those
And you'll work your thumbs
And you'll work my heart till it's raw
And you'll call and you'll call
And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall
And I'll fall and I'll fall and I'll fall