Lirik Lagu Mission Street - Vienna Teng
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Mission Street is a striking dark-eyed strangerWho speaks a language I don't know but long to learnIts cadences fall endlessly beyond the windowpaneAs I sit as though awaiting some return
And my hands are cold tonightI'm sleepless in this darkForgetting what it was I came to findAnd it seems that I've been wrongMore than I've been rightMore than I've been right
Mission Street calls out to me by nameThen hurries on before I've hardly turned my headPromises of answers muttered underneath her breathLike an offering of contraband misread
And my hands are cold tonightOn the strings of this guitarLooking for the chords of what I've left behindAnd it seems that I've been wrongMore than I've been rightMore than I've been right
Mission Street is alive at every hourLike I've never been and feared I may not ever beA light so steady on the mountains in the distanceA solitude so deep it might awaken me
Well my hands are cold tonightBut the sky is bright with starsAnd I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blindAnd it seems the more I'm wrongThe more that I am rightThe more that I am right
And my hands are cold tonightI'm sleepless in this darkForgetting what it was I came to findAnd it seems that I've been wrongMore than I've been rightMore than I've been right
Mission Street calls out to me by nameThen hurries on before I've hardly turned my headPromises of answers muttered underneath her breathLike an offering of contraband misread
And my hands are cold tonightOn the strings of this guitarLooking for the chords of what I've left behindAnd it seems that I've been wrongMore than I've been rightMore than I've been right
Mission Street is alive at every hourLike I've never been and feared I may not ever beA light so steady on the mountains in the distanceA solitude so deep it might awaken me
Well my hands are cold tonightBut the sky is bright with starsAnd I'm tearing through the veil that keeps me blindAnd it seems the more I'm wrongThe more that I am rightThe more that I am right
