Chicago Songtext
von The Devil Wears Prada

In this grave hour, I have composed our final song
The last words of our love lost
I called your hands home for years
For years, for years, for years on end
It′s become distant and I hate my helpless defiance, no


You have no problem finding me
Although you only commit unintentionally
I do it for the Lord, I do it for Chicago
I once lived for you, and I've never ever been
So wrong, wrong, wrong, so wrong, wrong, wrong

We keep building, building to find no release