Gray city by Modevile

I live in the gray city where people work
We like to think that we are happy
We wanna be despite our destiny of labor
Bus rides, the books we read, the plants we keep
The longing for fresh water and trees

I live in the gray city where people work`
We pretend to be during our days off
We learn to live with hard truths
Most days we wake up mad at our fate
But our will to live is stronger than our hate

I live in the gray city where people dream
Imagine if the river was fresh and clean
We wanna find four leaf clovers
We knock on wood, our little notebooks, and solar power
I wanna be swimming in water

• Experimental
• ambiance
• autoharp
• chorus guitar
• singer-songwriter
• string-quartet
• synth
• vocal harmony
• vocal-harmony
• Gatineau