Small Town Tragedy - Dead Hearts

It seems downtown is dead tonight

Empty storefronts, broken window panes

I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy

Killing me

There’s something in the air we try to breathe

That leaves our hopes and dreams gasping

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try

But this city keeps us inside

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try

But this city keeps us inside

There’s something in the water that we drink

That dulls our our very sense of feeling

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try

But this city keeps us inside

No one gets out of here alive, but still we try

But this city keeps us inside

It seems downtown is dead every night

We want something

We want something

It seems downtown is dead every night

We want something, not this small town tragedy

We want to forget, even for a night

We want to forget

We want to forget

We want to forget, even for a night

About this small town tragedy