I watch over her like she's my own baby.
I don't need to but I do it anyway.
It gives me some kind of peace.
To stand here watch her breathe,
see lifes blood rush down the streets.

I am the child of the city.
Will I ever be born?
Will she ever let me go?
Oh I don't hope so.

I live safely here within her.
Maybe someday she is ready.
But untill then I'll stay here,
in her chamber of life.
Chamber of life. Chamber of light. Light. Lights.

I am the child of the city
Will I ever be born?
Will she ever let me go?
Oh I don't hope so.

The peace within her atmosphere, stratosphere.
Right right here. Where I am.
It has grown like a flower.
Sure it's been desiccated from time to time,
But that was then, now its totally fine.

I am the child of the city
Will I ever be born?
Will she ever let me go?
Oh I don't hope so.

Will she ever let me go?
Oh no I don't hope so.