In This City Songtext
von Lydia Liza

I just want to know you more, or could that be bad for me?
How nice it is to see the shore, to be moored up to the beach.
On the night that we were born, did we know that we′d be found?
Now I know this mounting static could be a simple falling out.

Well I never wanted my toes to reach,
I wanted deep water to make me older.


How nice it is to be smooth-sailed by your skillful hands.
When we reach Wolf River and we pull up on the sand,
I'd like to be left there to be a little bad.

′Cause I never wanted my toes to reach,
I wanted deep water to make me older.

I can't be anchored to this city

I never wanted my toes to reach, I wanted deep water to make me older