Divided Heaven. A Rival City. East/west. Zeneszám

On a front porch in the district
When I blinked I must have missed it
Like a ride Southside to Sunset
In the snow

My directions gone missing
With a kiss from the Pacific
My heart fell to my stomach
From my throat

May the history never fade form either side

Don?t stop being lost, alive
On the divide

The wall, the leaves, palm trees, and bustling streets