Words and music by Nigel Clothier
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It’s just an expression, it ain’t how I feel
Don’t take this for real
So many dreams but I have nothing
You’ll only ever hurt me once
You’re counting the dead, you must be a gymnast
What d’ya make of that?
All the plans we draw in colour
We print off in shades of grey
From the city of churches to the city of angels
I will find my own way
Anywhere the search takes me
I will decide, I will decide
Let’s take a walk, away from the cameras
Away from the tongues
You’re free as air and trapped as water
And a closed book to me now
You came in my life, stayed thirty seconds
Hey, that’s not nice
Shoulda liked to hear you say it
You always get a second chance
From the city of churches to the city of angels
I will find my own way
Anywhere the search takes me
I will decide, I will decide
At the gates of midnight
Yesterday or tomorrow
Are you ahead or behind me now?
I gotta know, I gotta know
From the city of churches to the city of angels
I will find my own way
Anywhere the search takes me
I will decide, I will decide
From the city of churches to the city of angels
I will find my own way
Anywhere the search takes me
I will decide, I will decide
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