This city is a bypass, don't let us get in your way. From a distance it's tight knit. Up close, it's hard to says.
These sidewalks became my feet, a tight fit with a battered beat. The forgotten past to our present just paves the way for decadence.
In this city the copters sing, they sing to us all night. In this city we fall asleep to helicopter lullabies.
In the home of the fall of pressure surviving is how things are measured. You worry about the finer things in life, we try to keep a solid hold on liquid life.
From a distance its romance. Up close it's hard to say. Watched over by a parade of blue lights, walking alone on too-silent nights.
In this city the copters sing, they sing to us all night. In this city we fall asleep to helicopter lullabies.
They're circling now. I can't fall asleep until they pass my house. Cold comfort in that sound as they pass my house. I can't fall asleep unless they pass my house. They're circling now.