cinnamoncity

thanks for the visit

you said

duyu believe

our trip may end

up the soul

heads may swirl

when our hands get cold

inna wave

lanza rave

where you lost a glove

waven everywhere do i know

streets are burning

you would tell me everything

addicted to poison in

water where we learn to swim

dreamin" of fire

cinnamon 3am

inna city of champions

never a sin

up in the sky

sounds like someone's there

you pointed w/ five fingers

floating on thick hair

up the curl

heads dream worlds

where our bands get bold

krystalballs

mirrorhalls

where you lost a dove

raven everywhere do i know

streets are learnin"

you would sing me everything

addicted to pressure in

water where we learn to swim

dreamin" of fire

cinnamon 3am

inna city of champions

never a sin

inna city of challengen

ever a swim in cinnamon