Bronze - Ace Reporter

I saw the city from above

I know what it means

To see the future lingering

As if in a dream

Staring down the avenues

Right down to the park

It vanished out at 96th

But no, did not depart

The rain it came from cloudless skies

Taught me not to trust

The past it came from thoughtless eyes

It told me not to rust

The bronzes in the park they just

Grew a leafy green

To blend in with the trees no doubt

Hardly to be seen

Hardly to be seen

Hardly to be seen

The rain it came from cloudless skies

Taught me not to trust

The past it came from thoughtless eyes

It told me not to rust

I saw the city from above

I know what it means

To see the future lingering

As if in a dream

I know what it means

I know what it means

I know what it means