Inner city innocence
We don't care what we're doing
So long as we're moving
We don't have time for lying around
We're too young to waste time picking our feet off the ground
So long as the sun is out
We'll waste time doing anything we can to procrastinate
Times like these I wish I could drive
I'd consume the road with my eyes
And when the day is over
And the wolves come out to play
We'll still be here
And when the smoke is rising
And when the night gets too loud
We'll get to hear
Accounts of times that we'd forgotten about
Through someone else's eyes
Confessions of things we never knew about
Breaking down walls
It won't be long
Before the sun has gone
And it starts getting dark
Some time around five o'clock
You could say I hate the winter
But in hindsight I think I'm being unfair
'Cause after all the winter gave us snow
And I can't fault the way it makes our streets glow
But I just wish that we could have this heat all year round
'Cause I'm sick to death of struggling to walk on this ground
I shouldn't have to feel so isolated in the white facade
I just want to spend more time outside
Is that so hard?
