Dirty Air

i waited a while for that arrogant smile and the lips that go with it
i thought a warm room must be a sign, that i am doing something right
and whatever that is i want another piece of it
and i walk tonight, in dirty air, tonight
in a city that towers over like a ghost
i wear a glass armor to looks like yours.
but it keeps raining in my bedroom
and there is always someone to blame
for the clouds, the signs and the bad phone lines,
so i cover my face.
and i walk tonight, in dirty air, tonight.