South Philly 歌詞

I fall asleep to the sound of violence And I wake up to the sound of sirens And you, and your missing parts And you, with your dreams in jars Riding south, I can’t see the northern lights Or the apathy we share On those drunken summer nights Just me, with my dreams in jars Poor me, with my missing parts I watch you daydream about God Are you daydreaming still Watch you daydream about God Are you daydreaming still But what has he done for you? I fall asleep to the sounds