sometimes i wake up sprawled out on the floor under the influence of this city and one day i'll wake up and find that i'm crushed under the influence of this city but i have to know what it is you do
in the cars, in the clubs in the alleys that go piercing through the heart of this beautiful city in the bars, on the bus i'm enchanted but i don't know where to start and it's easy to see – this city's not for me
one day i'll walk out and never look back 'cause i've been mortified by this city and one day i'll wake up back by your side under the influence of the city 'cause i have to know if dreams come true
in the cars, in the clubs in the alleys that go piercing through the heart of this beautiful city – it's so pretty in the bars, on the bus i'm enchanted but i don't know where to start and it's easy to see – this city's not for me
the images refuse to leave my mind the feverish nightmares never tell me why i was left behind left behind
in the cars, in the clubs in the alleys that go piercing through the heart of this violent city – it's a pity in the bars, on the bus i'm enchanted but i don't know where to start and it's easy to see – this city's not for me