| The Lifting Sky |
| 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) |