01-30-2018, 03:32 PM
The lights glitter in the city tonight
Fluorescent pyres to a monetary ruler
And the concrete canyons echo
With the grunts of the sheetmetal beasts
Above this scene lies a tiny apartment
Lit by a single ramshackle lamp
And in the corner a thrift store stereo
Plays love songs too old for the oldies stations
Is this where we shall meet, my love?
Where the new and the old intertwine
Where there is a sense of abject poverty
Which is, in fact, extravagant prosperity?
In the midst of the hustle and bustle
That may be catpulting us forward
Or perhaps leaving us behind
In fact, I believe some of each
In the satin of midnight
United by love and determination
Behind the electric mask of the suburbs
Our love flourishes tonight.
Fluorescent pyres to a monetary ruler
And the concrete canyons echo
With the grunts of the sheetmetal beasts
Above this scene lies a tiny apartment
Lit by a single ramshackle lamp
And in the corner a thrift store stereo
Plays love songs too old for the oldies stations
Is this where we shall meet, my love?
Where the new and the old intertwine
Where there is a sense of abject poverty
Which is, in fact, extravagant prosperity?
In the midst of the hustle and bustle
That may be catpulting us forward
Or perhaps leaving us behind
In fact, I believe some of each
In the satin of midnight
United by love and determination
Behind the electric mask of the suburbs
Our love flourishes tonight.