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

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