
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