I was born next to the harbor, where the boats are turning in
Where the ocean moves the morning while the heaven is blowing in
But now I’m lost into the pavement they say the streets are pride with gold
But I gaze my life back again and I dream about the cold
I miss the wind, I miss the people singing the songs we love the most
As we raised our glasses to the sky and gaze out to the cold
And I’ll figure it out
It once was my life
How I miss that city of mine(x3)