South Philly - Cayetana

I fall asleep to the sound of violence and I wake up to the sound of sirens

And you and your missing parts and you with your dreams in jars.

Riding south I can’t see the northern lights or the apathy we share on those

Drunken summer nights just me with my dreams in jars poor me with my missing

parts.

I watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?

Watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?

But what has he done for you?

— I fall asleep to the sounds.