All the kisses taste of dust here

And it's too late to change my mind

I'm still in love with the private world

Sometimes I've got to pull the blinds



Why aren't you dissolving yet?

And why's that car always there?

I got a letter from America

Somebody else lost in the glare



Chorus:



In this city, this city, oh!

This city, this city, oh!



I'm walking through this big arena

I'm passing millions, missing some

When someone touches me like it's all alright

I think it's memory, but it's still so right



There were always dreams of leaving

My face gets dimmer every day

When I can see myself I'm waving

I'm drawing back into the crowds again



(Repeat chorus twice