Traffic
Ashton Nyte
She falls down in the traffic
A little dream upon her knees
The melody she has is tragic
She tries to smile and turns to me
And now I can see
Oh, and now I believe
She gets up for tomorrow
A little voice below the stream
Crucified for suggestion
Like a ghost she turns to me
And now I can see
Oh, and now I believe
What a meaningless sensation
To be out here on your own
When it's all just devastation
Hold your breath and let it go
She falls down in the traffic
A little dream upon her knees
She falls down in the traffic
Tries to smile and turns to me
And now I can see
Oh, and now I believe
And now I can see
Oh, and now I believe