Silent Boulevard - Tom McRae

Low light

Framed in red

Sing out

Until your last Breath

'Til the cats in this town

Scream another night down to the bone

You count under your breath

Wonder which step comes next

But you can’t set a course

When you’ve lost yourself

Your love

And your north

No I’m not anybody’s good son

Shoot the lights out all over this town

'Til we’re out on the silent boulevard

With our way lit only by stars

Red hand

Voice like a knife

Warns me No good goodbyes

And seen from the sky

The city tonight is on fire

No I’m not anybody’s good son

Shoot the lights out all over this town

Come on out, come on out

To the silent boulevard

Come on out, come on out

To the silent boulevard

Come on out, come on out

To the silent boulevard

Come on out, come on out

To the silent boulevard