i don't want to lose my taste
i don't ever want to lose your call
or for my city to ever fall
i want my light to always know
that it's not sitting underneath the bowl
the salt that has lost its flavor
and the paint that has no color
i don't ever want to lose your call
or for my city to ever fall
i want my light to always know
that it's not sitting underneath the bowl
i don't ever want to lose your call
or for my city to ever fall
i want my light to always know
that it's not sitting underneath the bowl