Gray walls divided into building blocksIf one falls, they all fallAnd I’m at rock bottomAnd oh, my shoulders acheFrom shouldering the building blocks and heavy mistakesNight falls divided into shades into shades blackLove calls, I’m a dreamerHe ain’t coming back, he’s gone.And oh, I miss him now.See, I remember how to miss.I know that I remember how.I may not have a bird’s eye view.But I’ve got a sidewalk seat.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.People divided and reclassifiedThe steeple of this church could touch the sky with easeAnd myself, I would try.But it seems building blocksWere never meant to reach that high.I may not have a bird’s eye view.But I’ve got a sidewalk seat.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.I may not have a bird’s eye view.But I’ve got a sidewalk seat.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.Here in witch city, soup comes cheap.