Varsóvia from Typhoon Trip by Psyhoes

There's no black or white
Days start to seem
Like they're nights
I lose contours

At this time of year
I feel like we´re not even real
Under wraithlike giant of concrete
Haunting yet so dear

Thick glass and steel frames
Embrace th'old remains
Some leave, others stay
Made from the same clay

She never really sleeps
Her veins are made of streets
With scars, no longer sore
She's seen the war

It hurts it goes down ruled by the bigotry wearing crown
At times I do sometimes I don't, love hate love all along
We can do better

Can't stop, we must keep moving
Make steps in our own grooving
Two tones imperfect interval
That's what we are

• Rock
• Torun