I Watch the City Lyrics

I watch the city run from me

Like a fleeing soul letting go

Drown out the machinery

Shouting deftly down the road

Laugh at lights exposing me

Boldly throwing me my skin

Carry my restless solitude

With walls of wonder closing in

Conspire with revolution's eyes

And a torch of tempered flame

A quiet simmering radical

With a loud unfettered aim

To penetrate the barbed-wire blocks

With tireless freedom cries

And crush the naysayers' apathy

A surge of hope revived

I'm hiding where I'll be found

When drawn-out nights engulf my sound

And tear the drifting days from me

Like clothes confining me to breathe

I'll separate and find my way

Where the fabric of my dreams is made

Undermine the avenues

Fly above the restless throng

Witness untamed wildness

Be a storm that's rising strong

Break with borrowed satisfaction

Explore the outer zone

Escape the grip of whom I am

Laying claim to my unknowns

I'm living where I'll be found

When drawn-out nights engulf my sound

And tear the drifting days from me

Like hands allowing me release

I'll separate and find my way

Through journeyed dreams and what awaits

I'm headed where I'll be found

When drawn-out nights engulf my sound

And tear the drifting days from me

Like lungs confining me to breathe

I'll separate and find my way

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

I watch the city run from me

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Past the void that's hollering

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Through dried out rivers and shallow seas

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Leaving whispers in the haunted trees

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Ascending digital dormancy

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

There are no saints just you and me

Their atmospheres of dreams remain

With true salvation guided feet

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Again and again we'll find release

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

We are just visitors running free

Where atmospheres of dreams remain

Peddling our gentle heresy