Lyrics This City - Cymbals

This City

Ink-covered fingers
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long
Ink-covered fingers
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long
Hand over mouth
Brandy in your tea
The afternoon’s all emptiness
The morning’s possibility
You’re counting on feeling better
Once the seasons cycle through
You’re counting on tire arms and legs
Too tired to list and brood
To be undone
To be untied
To be undone
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Dust on your doorbell
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long
Dust on your doorbell
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long
The early Sun
Your stolen hours
Just waking up by night
Full of drink and desire
You won’t be able to make it
Your laces left half-tied
To sleep the only break you get
From your unremitting head
When you’re undone
When you’re untied
When you’re undone
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You’re counting on feeling better
Once the seasons cycle through
You’re counting on tire arms and legs
Too tired to list and brood
To be undone
Dust on your doorbell
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long
Dust on your doorbell
You’ve been hiding at your desk too long