Daylight In The City - Strata

It’s the start of a bright new day

As the light finds its way through

The curtains at the end of my night

I’m alive in a city of dead people rising for work

And as they ride through the cycle

The machine revving up, I feel a little suicidal

Just not high enough to jump, oh, who am I kidding now?

My plan to die young somehow is just a memory, it’s just a memory