Lyrics Asphalt - Crazy Arm

Asphalt

In other times you’d lose those graces
In a blaze of accusations, on slates of stone
In other worlds your kings and queens
Will not stand up to scrutiny
While things are spoken, while gods are dead
I’ll state my case and cover down
These words are mine to kill your hate
And melt your swords in fire
There’s nothing left for us in the city
I’ll take my chances on the road
There’s nothing precious in the city
Won’t buy the lies that I’ve been told
Come visit me with new desires
Come visit me with hand grenades
Come talk to me of foreign lands
Of burning skies and hidden chords
Come fuck with me and leave me open
To new ideas and metaphors
Come down with me to where I lay
To drink the blood from whisky jars
It’s not that I don’t know what I am doing here
It’s not that I don’t know where I am going here
It’s not that I don’t know what I’m saying here
(This is a war)
Just by now I should have some better idea, better way
There’s nothing that can’t be forgiven
There’s nothing left for us in the city
I’ll take my chances on the road