Chemical Vocation - This Town

This city falls asleep as we speak.
The night steals the light from this town,
and no one is out, except for those who don't
have what we call home.

Every hour is cold, every moment is forever.
These streets are as empty as unloaded guns.
What I've got is what you see.
When you touch I shiver alone,
I thought you knew that myself didn’t count.

Every possibility, we dig, we win, we never call back.
Dream of hope misery, hope and misery.

This city falls asleep as we speak (as we speak).
The night steal the light from this town,
and no one is out (no one is out),
except for those who don't have what we call home.

Frustration covers the sky, I can smell it that's the best part.
I'm counting a second, but time has left me down. What I've got is what you see.
When you touch I shiver alone,
I thought you knew that myself didn’t count.

Every possibility, we dig, we win, we never call back.
Dream of hope misery, hope and misery.

This city falls asleep as we speak (as we speak).
The night steal the light from this town,
and no one is out (no one is out),
except for those who don't have what we call home.

Every possibility, we dig, we win, we never call back.
Dream of hope misery, hope and misery.

This city falls asleep as we speak (as we speak).
The night steal the light from this town,
and no one is out (no one is out),
except for those who don't have what we call home.

Have what we call home,
have what we call home.