That's what I've heard men say
Where statues drain like waterfalls
Their gaze is as hard as granite,
their hearts will refuse to bleed
In a city that once held me,
I know these dark and winding streets,
they're coiled around my heart
When time and inclination meet
and all our stories start
And now I've no reason to cry
There must be something in my eyes
Nights when we lost it laughing,
No matter what you're looking for,
My younger ghost is walking,
he kissed you against the wall
I hear he looked a lot like me,
would you know him now at all?
You need these dark and winding streets
Where innocence and money meet
And all our stories start
And now I've no reason to cry
Must be something in my eye
Cause now I've no reason to cry
We make a mess of tenderness,
There are days when we're almost human,
times when we shout or bust
The roughest kind of harmony,
Sing a song of winding streets,
We're falling at forgiveness's feet,
and all our stories start
And now I've no reason to cry
No, there's no reason to cry
Now I've no reason to cry
Must be something in my head
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