CITIES
Quietly, quietly
The cars' headlights are stars, you see
As the city comes creeping
Silently, silently
The moon looks over her shoulder
At the grass lands
Turned into boulders
So come to me
Run with me
Roll in the grass with me
Until the grass turns gray with concrete
Until the grass lands are gold
With lights of the ones they hold
So come to me
Run with me
Roll in the grass with me
Until the grass turns gray with concrete