Black - Listen Lyrics

Little queen beware, fashion tempers flare,
and they light up with a brilliant glare
page after page, after page, after page,
after page.
A hollow vase only costs ten pounds
but an empty vessel makes the loudest sound,
and you have to get heard in this loudest of towns-
or go under.
We don't care if you can't pay,
we don't care what you've got to say,
we don't hear when you cry out-
Our smiles are hollowed out.
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
The people look like ghouls in the neon light,
get the big city blues every single night.
World gone crazy? It was never sane- not now,
not ever.
Bars full of couples not talking to each other,
seeking solitude in the company of others.