The Eastside by Casey Neill On the Eastside by the drawbridge and overpass you look amazing without even trying the city is changed, cleaned up and rearranged like all things living, it’s dying i am in love with the cracks in your halo i am in love, nicotine on your tongue i crawl out of your 2nd floor window climb down the fire escape rung by rung no more dreams denied no more plans delayed no more dreams denied no more plans delayed i’m a sad king a ruined king, a mad king bowing before your throne cruel November chill, December grey and still I have sins for which I can’t atone you are the stylish one impossible cool you are the true one, the exception to the rule you are the wise one who always knows what to say how I stumble just to meet you half way no more dreams denied no more plans delayed no more dreams denied no more plans delayed on the Eastside hold up your coat to shield the wind while I get this lighter lit if you shiver in the cold, I’m here for you to hold we don’t have to kiss two souls in communion, what’s between us understood through sea change and salvo, in the end we did good sure we fell apart, still we never strayed every cynic is an idealist betrayed no more dreams denied no more plans delayed On the Eastside passion is the fashion On the Eastside passion is the fashion