it started with a seednit formed the worst of menmarked by tongues and seedsnof cold tranquilitynbut things are getting betternnwith lust and spoonfuls of pitynyou turned this heart into a citynpirates in the streetsnyour loves kept underneathnthings are getting betternthings are getting betternnof all the sails you said you carry by your sidesnit didnt miss the wind or the daily dicenand everything you didncouldnt keep me any further from the truthnno, everything you didncouldnt keep me any further from the proofnthings are getting betternthings are getting betternyeah, things are getting betterncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this cityncurse the love you left in this citynoh curse the love you left in this citynn