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