Grenada

Artists : Kind Of Like Spitting : Grenada

City spread below us from the hill
The weather white gypsy town looks to be natural still
Someone made it real one day
Someone built a downtown mall but didn't sign their name
Few alleyways to hide ourselves in, can't hold us, watch us so
Bars become our castles, sidewalks open into moats
No one walks and talks a lot anymore
So we gather round fatefully where we can hear
Nothing felt, nothing found
I have to tell myself I'm having fun
Way too many times through the night
I have to tell myself I'm having fun
Way too many times through the night
Beauty worn with age is timeless still
Can't fill my heart cuz I can't get my fill
And the crimes that I commit against myself
Patience wanes and I embrace the patience that is fear
Bitter pill
Sit alone at home and wait for you
Seems like what a lonely man should do
As if lovelorn, taken from a film
Pencil in an actress with a paragraph
How I may find peace and meaning still
In a little retreat just beyond these hills
I have to tell myself I'm having fun
Way too many times through the night
I have to tell myself I'm having fun
Way too many times through the night
I have to tell myself I'm having fun
Way too many times through the night