Across the City and into... Songtext
von Mycelia
Across the City and into... Songtext
How did it go?
She isn′t here
Try out the second one?
Last hope, I guess
Might take a few hours.
Then, let's get some sound in here
Okay, here we are
It really is out in the nowhere, isn′t it?
Yeah, looks really run down;
But hey, there is a bar
I guess everything looks run down around here,
We're almost out in the meth mesas
What about I go and peek inside.
Why would you do that?
I don't know, man, maybe I just wanna help, is all
You brought me here, ain′t that help enough?
Yeah, but what if it is a trap? If it is a trap, then it is set for you, not me
Don′t! Well, fuck!
Listen it's almost empty, there′s just one guy in there
Well, then I'll talk to that one guy
It′s not just any one guy; you won't believe this!
Let′s try.
It's commissioner Childress sitting alone at a table.
A drink in front of him. A dark suit over his skin,
Neon bathed in cheap neon, nobody else is there
What would Childress be doing here,
And why would Ava deliver me to police?
I'm sorry, Marv.
No blame on you; just stay with the scooter
You′re not intending to go in there right?
Only chance
You′re wanted for murder
If he cannot help me find Ava, he might as well arrest me
Well, there he goes: towards the light,
Towards the dark, towards it all
She isn′t here
Try out the second one?
Last hope, I guess
Might take a few hours.
Then, let's get some sound in here
Okay, here we are
It really is out in the nowhere, isn′t it?
Yeah, looks really run down;
But hey, there is a bar
I guess everything looks run down around here,
We're almost out in the meth mesas
What about I go and peek inside.
Why would you do that?
I don't know, man, maybe I just wanna help, is all
You brought me here, ain′t that help enough?
Yeah, but what if it is a trap? If it is a trap, then it is set for you, not me
Don′t! Well, fuck!
Listen it's almost empty, there′s just one guy in there
Well, then I'll talk to that one guy
It′s not just any one guy; you won't believe this!
Let′s try.
It's commissioner Childress sitting alone at a table.
A drink in front of him. A dark suit over his skin,
Neon bathed in cheap neon, nobody else is there
What would Childress be doing here,
And why would Ava deliver me to police?
I'm sorry, Marv.
No blame on you; just stay with the scooter
You′re not intending to go in there right?
Only chance
You′re wanted for murder
If he cannot help me find Ava, he might as well arrest me
Well, there he goes: towards the light,
Towards the dark, towards it all
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