The Devil Wears Prada - Chicago текст песни

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. x2
We keep building, building to find no release.