| Coming back to the city | |
| That I never quite leave | |
| Picture you be the ocean | |
| Picture me coughing into my sleeve | |
| Like a snake eating snake you confuse me | |
| Who's killer ? | |
| Who's captive ? | |
| Who's free ? | |
| In a city that kills by constriction | |
| Throw your streets around me and squeeze | |
| And draw down the stars | |
| Draw down the stars | |
| What's in your heart? .... |