Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol HillIn a 300 square foot studio above a coffee shop near the Broadway GrillAnd every night she walks the block to trade in her time for cheap thrillsAnd everyone she meets is cool
But just out of reach and it killsShe used to spend her nights by firelight and singing to the stars
Now shes ours
Now shes oursKevin left from Denver where the air is thin and people are niceAnd he traded it for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromiseFor now he felt like he belonged to those who understood him
But he sold his soul to fight right in and he watched his friends desert him
He used to spend his nights by candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl
Now hes ours
Now shes ours
Its a city of orphansWho had nowhere to goSo they cashed in their dreams
Headed northwest to the sea
And they called it their homeBut most dont belong here
Were all running awayAnd well drain you dry of all semblance of life
We dont give we just take, take, take
But this city has no Bible
Theres no meaning you can use
Were all desperately searching for truth
Were a city of orphansWho had no place to goSo we cashed in our dreams
Filled our glasses with Beam
And our bodies with smokeAnd we spend every weeknight
Trading pints at the Streamline
And we talk about truth
And we talk about love but we wake up to lies, lies, lies
Its a city of orphansWhere did our fathers goWe stumble around in the bad part of town at the end of our ropeBut there are no answers
On the tables of oakIf God could just hear us
We think that Hes near
But He left long agoWere a city of orphans
What do we do to ourselves?We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hellWe take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hellWe take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hellJenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill