Hourglass

When i think of you
I stop and turn the hourglass again
The past is a strange place

But i want it back
and i just won't wait
City girl, what have we done to ourselves?
Black spine northern line
Feeds on money and time

you cut your soul to fit
Battle scars from all night bars
never thought that i would be so drawn to it
ity girl, what have we done to ourselves?