Besedila: Such Gold. Four Superbowls, No Rings.

I won't say a word as I turn every light down in this town
you won't hear me coming not the sound of my feet running to take you down
these New York winters are killing me
And I won't say a word as i burn every building in this town to the ground
and it makes me feel so small to know that all the damage done won't change a thing
because this place is becoming worse and worse
these New York Winters are killing me
so I said to myself I need a change of pace
everyday gets worse and worse and I can't keep running this race
and December has been better but it's been years
since I stood up and said it's time to face my fears
I won't won't say a word
my voice is too unfamiliar to be heard
and i won't say a word
and i won't say a word to anyone