Chicago

In this grave hour, I have composed our final song The last words of our love lost (of our love lost) I called your hands home for years, For years, for years, for years on end. It's become distant And I hate my helpless defiance, no. You have no problem finding me, Although you only commit unintentionally. (unintentionally) I do it for the Lord, I do it for Chicago. I once lived for you, And I've never ever been So wrong (wrong), wrong, So wrong (wrong), wrong. We keep building, Building to find no release. --- Chicago - The Devil Wears Prada