Little City

Buildings melting into moving glass And I wonder what could come of this Sitting high above the dewy grass And for once it doesn't seem so big Little city from the lakeside I'll be watching from the hilltop tonight Quiet city from the outside What a view, Water view, What a view Floating in my head are many questions And I realize you're just a reflection Of a black rippling mirror Like something in a dream How trippy can this really be? Little city from the lakeside I'll be watching from the hilltop tonight Quiet city from the outside You're miles and miles of a view (Instrumental) Buildings melting into moving glass And I wonder what could come of this