There is no revolt in sight
While everyone is shouting
All of the songs that have no light
For poor souls fear is scouting
Stories of the city that shined
Told by the shadows in hiding
Some of them changed their minds
Those that left kept on riding
There is always some place else
Feels so good to disappear
See the World through the tiny lens
Talk too much and you won't hear
Raised to move along with the stream
Not making waves just fishing
All of the things are what they seem
Never knew what you've been missing