A beautiful city that drags me forwards
With clouds so thick
And skies so blue
This city is weird, indeed
With a sun that hides
Most of the time
The streets here are filled
With a damp caress
Most of the time
It’s ok the sun doesn’t dictate
With it’s rays so golden
Most of the time
I drive forth, into the northern hills
With their peaks white and green
Most of the time
