This city

 

I think I could grow to love this place

With all its colours and all its grey walls

I could grow in this place

Grow beyond any confinement of dusty halls.

 

I like the way the smoke from my mouth

Rises above my head into the sky

And I look to this circle of friends

And one by one my fears seem to die

 

I could grow beyond myself

So much to live out

To embrace all penniless wealth.

 

The friends I have met here

Brought my magic back to me

All those pieces I had lost

They picked up, they reassembled

The person I, one of these days could be

 

I think I could grow to love this city

With all its late night cigarettes

I think I could grow to see beyond

All past sins and all our strange regrets

I think I could grow and flourish here

And see life as I do not know it yet.