CITYSCAPE

BARELY HOLDS SHAPE

CHANGE THE WORDS TO THE SONG

CHASING PAPER

I HAD SEEN MY SHADOW AND KNEW MY SHAPE

DOWN TO A SCIENCE

INCHED THE BOULDER FORWARD

THE BETTER OF TWO HALVES

I CAN BE A GREAT PASSENGER

TO HAVE EACH HOUR AS YOUR OWN

MY FEET ARE DANCING SO MUCH

NO ONE’S FAULT BUT YOURS

CLIMBED A CLOUD STOLE THE MOON

WORDS HAVE LOST THEIR BITE

I’D HATE TO MISS THE TRAIN

GETTING ON LIKE FIRE

HIGH ON THEIR OWN SUPPLY