Attica

I pulled myself into the rain
and I washed off every sin I made
Combed my face and cut a smile
and tried not to complain
while I had one hand in the pit of philly
and one eye on that emerald city
I have made a few mistakes
but these are my mistakes to make for

Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica

I don't know where You come from
but around here when someone gives up
We don't speak nor to remind them
we stick to the code of silence
A broken bottle on a stubborn brow or a field dress
in an open crowd
They cut him from his head to toe
but they could not take his love for You and

Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica

Spare me the death of a thousand stabs
and just tell me what You haden't planned
I don't make much money these nights
And You don't seem to smile like I remember
You as a little kid with
your autumn hair in the summer wind
The seasons changed like a disguise
but I'll be waiting ever night

Attica.
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica
I hear you coming for me Attica