She's walking home through the foggy night, Heels are knocking to the beat of her heart Outrunning sweep hand on a clock, Every time she feels real shock.
Man or woman doesn't really matter, For her they are all just passing shadows Like infection running down the veins Of the city, nothing else..
Wearing out her tights at hated job She's walking home every day the same old road Catching familiar eyes of unfamiliar people, She's afraid of every coming figure.
Man or woman doesn't really matter, For her they are all just passing shadows Like infection running down the veins Of the city, nothing else..
Man or woman doesn't really matter, For her they are all just passing shadows Like infection running down the veins Of the city, nothing else..