cities and love
both relentless and gray
i bawled my eyes out
three times yesterday
for European strangers
and their lunchtime trade

i'm a mess for love
i'm dirty from the city
i've been looking around
to find warmth in the shitty
glares that they give you
when they're so busy living

i've made up my mind
my mind's always changing
i've been spending my time
just rearranging for all the
changes i go through
all the miles to drive
all the waves
that i float through
all the watchful eyes
all the tunes
to pull notes through
all the names to file
well i would go hungry
and meek if love
were left to the weak

i've got socks
stuffed with numbers
my head stuffed with you
the bite on the neck
was the least i could do
my eyes are like water
my ears are like tires
my legs are like books
they spread like fire

if there's one thing for sure
you are who you know
let's check in our passports
and see where
there's left to go


Lyrics submitted by farfalla

Passports song meanings
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