Up to Me - Dowsing

You were made for the city

Taking photos, writing poetry about boulevards

That cut straight through the avenues like knives

And the people just like you

Crooked teeth and arching backs

Gaping mouths on the set

If it were up to me

You never would have left

You and flickering lights are the only storms I see

With so much potential etched on your skin

Crooked and arching backs

Gaping mouths on the set

If it were up to me

You never would have left

Stay here with me

Do you think you’ll ever know

I need you here with me

How it feels to let them go?

Stay here with me

Do you think you’ll ever know

I need you here with me

How it feels to let them go?