Kings - Toy Cities

The two of us

We’re picking at the bones

Shot scenes for old

Whoa I’m sold

That face I know

It’s stuck in my old skull

Please be all mine

Whoa

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

City won’t go

The two of us should fold

The kings have all gone

Whoa

Take off your clothes

Till I am whole

I take it all

Through shadows I suppose

They cover oceans

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

City won’t go

You’ll see, it’s all too cold

I’m just a black hole

Whoa

Inside

Inside