DinarDana

city sky comes down like rain

through all the alleys to the sea

i hear footsteps getting louder

drowning in my sleep

painted lies on painted lips

that promise heaven tastes like this

i don't believe that i believed in you

all that money wants

all that money wants

all that money wants

sunday's child will fall through faith

i feel i'm falling out of grace

grey city sky comes down like rain

to drown me in my sleep

people fade and i forget you

i hear footsteps see their faces

but it all means nothing to me now