Crushed City

Crushed City - Challenger!

This city's got a crush on me

The driest romance of the century

An arctic plea to fallen stone

A disconnection notice on the phone

You're all lined up like you've

Got something to prove

Are you waiting for blood or are

You waiting for the truth

I think about

I think about a blindfolded fight

Where all the streets will wear the glasses

And I'm never right

I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night

I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night

Like taking candy from the mouths of babes

Like picking flowers for your

Lover from another's grave

Are the buildings collapsing

From the weight of sin and

Will I be frozen if

I look back at them

I'm thinking bad thoughts almost every night

And I'll think about these things

Until I get it right

Like taking candy from the mouths of babes

Like picking flowers for your

Lover from another's grave

Like taking candy from the mouths of babes

Like picking flowers for your

Lover from another's grave