Clockwork Town

Young hope is growing old.
I’ll keep this torch burning bright
amongst the white flags in the night,
for all those who gave up the fight.
Walls where I carved my name have fallen down.
The streets where I used to walk are hidden in the dust now.
I breathe it in it weighs heavy on my lungs but I choose the bite my tongue.
I feel like a ghost in the city lights.
Familiar faces passing me by.
I’ll keep this torch burning bright amongst the white flags in the night.
With or without me the city never sleeps.
Leave it all behind.
Forget my name to make my name.
With or without me the city never sleeps.
All those drunken nights i can’t remember.
Broken on a bender disappearing in a haze.
I wish i could relive those days but this town has drifted so far away.
Pushing me back, one by one, I’m losing my reasons to stay.
Judgemental eyes front the guilty jury one by one they fade away.
I feel like a ghost in the city lights.
Familiar faces passing me by.
I’ll keep this torch burning bright amongst the white flags in the night.
With or without me the city never sleeps.
Leave it all behind.
Forget my name to make my name.
With or without me the city never sleeps.
Young hope is growing old.
I’ll keep this torch burning bright.