Quiet Sounds

歌詞

Tired faces from wasted places Riding under avenues On the edge of drunken reason With a b-check and some food Staring into sunken ships and ghost towns In empty packs of cigarettes found on the ground And the fine night shifts like winter's wild winds And condemns my eyes from looking up In the still of the night Abandon logic with light Illicit flakes of things that were As the ghosts of this city stare There's a silent scene of shadows that dance in the light A cinema screen of Manhattan in the silver night Over the sewer and under the trees And into my pockets for something to breathe And the smoke always looks so good in the cold In the still of the night Abandon logic with light Illicit flakes of things that were As the ghosts of this city stare Night has descended and has drowned The shivering sunlight out with quiet sounds Of crackling earth as I walk through the park On a quiet quest for reason in the dark