Oh, the city of rain
It floods the city streets
And my city bed
Out of my * head
Is it snowing space?
God, I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing space?
And all the city snow Freezes the Chelsea hotel
It stones the Chelsea girls It stones the Chelsea boys
Is it snowing space?
God, I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing space?
How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask
In a hospital bed With Briar Patch hair
It just isn't fair
Taking bullets for a team of bad poets
How is it up there?
Taking bullets for the team
I really miss you
I really
miss you
I've fought you over a million times
I've fought you over a million times
I've fought you over a million times And you died,
you died, you really died
I'm going to push them away Falling to the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning slowly, lonely My city rain