ryan adams
city rain, city streets
Oh, the city rain In floods the city streets And in my city bed Out of my fucking head Is it snowing in space? God, I wish I could talk to you Is it snowing in space?  And all the city snow Freezes the Chelsea hotel It stones the Chelsea girls It stones the Chelsea boys Is it snowing in space? God, I wish I could talk to you Is it snowing in space?  How does your body feel today? I forgot to ask Genius in a hospital bed with brier patch hair It just isn't fair Taking bullets for a team of bad poets How is it up there? Taking bullets for the team I really miss you I fucked you over a million times I fucked you over a million times I fucked you over a million times and you died You died  You died You really died  I am going to push them away Falling through the leaves of the winter trees Drowning slowly, lonely my city rain