Evening Standard by Motel Black

This moon is understated
These fumes they walk on the air
So when we wake up the city's not a monster
Well, that depends on whose eyes you want to tell the story

There's a moon under the water
It hides what's at the heart
And on your way back downtown
You gotta roll it up at the underpass
Because you can ignore someone you don't know

And the beat it keeps on rolling
And the fires, they keep on burning
They burn like hell

And the River, she is a believer
In the filtering and cleansing of Earth
And on the way back downtown
She starts a conversation about how she never can forget
What has changed and has led to a skraper of regret
And what's been done before she can't ignore
She can't ignore what's been done before

And the beat it keeps on rolling
And the fires, they keep on burning
They burn like hell

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