Dorothy Dreams Of Tornados - Cursive

You said we’d leave next year

Each year for thirteen years

Each year, it gets harder to hear

It’s getting harder now just to stay in love

And now our roots grow deep

Beneath these barren streets

I have the darkest dreams

The city’s pipes and wires

Went through our nerves and veins

And those nights, after a double shift, I feel it

The test plans you never dared to live

They used to light up your eyes

Those bulbs have long burned out

Let a tornado tear through

Let it tear straight through our roof

And let the rain pour in

I’ll scream, «Babe, this is it!»

We’ll leave the house in ruins

If we escape right now, we just might make it out

This city, this city’s killing us

This city, this city’s killing us

This city, this city’s killing us

It’s killing us

It’s killing us

This city, this city’s killing us

This city, this city’s killing us

This city, this city’s killing us

It’s killing us

It’s killing us

It’s killing us