In This City

(albüm: Of Unsound Mind - 2019)

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
No, I never wanted my toes to reach
I wanted deep water to make me older

I can't be anchored to this city
I can't be anchored to this city
I can't be anchored to this city
To this city

I never wanted my toes to reach
I wanted deep water to make me older
No, I never wanted my toes to reach
I wanted deep water to make me older

I can't be anchored to this city
I can't be anchored to this city
I can't be anchored to this city
To this city, to this city
I, I