exhausted from living in your moment. when do i get to have mine?
There’s a song inside the city
and there’s a song inside the night
and there’s a song behind your pretty eyes.
There’s a key that keeps the rhythm
and a beat that keeps the time
and i don’t need no reason, nor rhyme.
hold on to your love, my dear
hold on to the sky
keep time and a melody near
bottled up and ready like wine.