I walk these streets, hear the clapps, I'm pillowed
I walk these streets, hear the clapps, I'm pillowed
Midnight frustration, can't find my place
Wide inside I'm empty, lost in the cloud
In this city dream, I'm just a face
In this city dream, I'm just a face
In this city dream, I don't just do
I don't do
And straight through
Straight through
And straight through
Straight through
I don't do
And straight through
Straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through
And straight through