Silver City - MYRNE/Linying

Timely eternal green

Filmic kind of flickering

Far and few between

And it feels nothing like it's real

And soon we're sliding down the weekend

And it's dreary and it's sweetened

There's a shine on all the streets another sign all down my teeth

But baby you feel nothing when you're real

And I might just sit there

Sidle up this silver city

So give it to me in the full hard fantasy

Glowing in the golden of my gilded dreams

See much as I say I could never really leave

Though I know it's in the cold I'm floating

No kind controlling holding on to everything

I was so sure that I would feel

And still

I might just sit there

So give it to me in the full hard fantasy

Glowing in the golden of my gilded dreams

See much as I say I could never really leave

Though I know it's in the cold I'm floating

No kind controlling holding on to everything

I was so sure that I would feel

And still

I might just sit there