wet cement
music + lyrics by miranda zickler
No one wants to call my cab home
And no one knows the number here
In the concrete, I read the words
Heaven wants to hold me down
Running up the street we lived on
Before it drowned
If we can keep a secret
Then we can drag the pieces around
It’s all luxury landmines and concrete
Clearing out the town
Heaven wants to hold
Honey, where’s your sense of heartbreak?
I’m ready now to see the signs
Every wall here says the phrase
Heaven wants to hold me down