My city don't listen
People come here to go missing
People leave here but still miss it years later
Its children wear its kisses across them forever
When it screamed at me, I heard its music
When it drew its sword, I knelt
I spoke my first words in its mouth
And I took my first beats from its belt
Keep spinning
Ugly as commerce
Merciless profit, endless ambition
Base rate survival
Current so strong it feels tidal
Transactional life of addiction
Where do you fall in the grand shrinking
Of fully formed person to slim definition?
Sitting in the waiting room all I can see, is a room full of fallen leaves dreaming
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
Little child, where did you go?
I know you want to know, is this city your home?
I watch it flow, the old river
Empty penthouses, but still the lone figure, slept out the whole winter
And died before Spring
Passers-by saw but felt sure they were not like him
Life by numbers
Looking for the punchline, only getting punches
Crunches in the morning, lunches in the boardroom
Numbness in the courtroom about to go under
What's yours, the money you hoard?
The applause or the dreams that you couldn't afford?
The photo in the frame?
Five months in, just showing all the marks on the wall from when they were still growing
Is it in what's left, is it in what's gone?
Trying to keep time but the time keeps on
Sitting in the cafe trying to work out what we want
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
Little girl, where did you go?
I know you want to know, is this city your home?
I got my own mouths to feed, is the cities decree
Why should I care about you?
You don't care about me?
Fiction, faction, reaction, shock tactics
Must increase my presence, get active
Must get some flowers for the grave, it's band practice at eight
My turn to bring beers, I need to make a new claim
I've gone into arrears
Yeah, it feels like a lump but they're not taking new appointments till the backlog clears
Nine million terrified people
Living nine million beautiful lives
Let's make ourselves pretty and go out in the city
'Cause the body decays but the spirit survives
The main thing my city taught me
Is every stranger's holding up more than you could ever know
Pushing trolleys down the aisles, in pieces
A roomful of great lines looking for a show
A roomful of great lines looking for a show
A roomful of great lines looking for a show
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A roomful of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A room full of drummers all looking for the one
A roomful of great lines looking for a show
A roomful of great lines looking for, looking for
Little boy, where did you go?
I know you want to know, is this city your home?
