City streets late spring
Where smoke covers everything
That's where we push our eyes
In front of ourselves
City streets late spring
Where smoke covers everything
That's where we push our eyes
In front of ourselves
For being true for being hurt
City streets in late spring
Where smoke covers everyone and everything
Heavy winds won't bother us
It won't break no trees
It won't break no bones
City streets in late spring
Where smoke covers everyone and everything
Heavy winds won't bother us
It won't break no trees
It won't break no bones
Heavy winds: it won't break no trees
It won't break no bones
