How The Streets Adore Me Now - The Murder Capital

Well, where were we when stolen turns

Of torment heard crept through the trees?

The faceless page of loaded leaves

The mountain mounds around our feet

The soiled and severed dormant reeds

On shopfronts filled our brooding streets

The love we draw, upon so sweet

The moment strained our stillness

Above the calls of only men

That brave the dirt of handheld pen

And in the end our weightless state

Was all we had to break away

I know I should have stayed that day

Your eyes wrapped 'round me still

And in the now, this wistful town

Was swept and drowned beneath its ground

But how the streets adore me now

But how the streets adore me now

My love, my light, my darkness