Lyrics Little People (Black City) - Matthew Dear

Little People (Black City)

That was the message left outside
She only left it there to hide
I can’t equate this all to night
A frozen wasted heart has died
What has he done, lost the right one
For the feeling, oh the reeling
Because I was born into it, I have never lost my fluid
Some have passed and some have risen
I am wrapped in gold gift ribbons
Love me like a clown
Days in go round the black city
Looking for love black city
Days don’t go right black city
It’s all around Black City
It’s a funny situation, I do fall away
I do fall away, I do fall away
Talk is complication, you get carried away
You get carried away, I get carried away
Moving conversation
Throw your other hand
Throw your other hand
Throw your other hand
Too much communication, I’m another man
I’m another man
I’m your other man