Chicago

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Hranica] 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