The city is a trap in which we fling our worries
And grasp for somebody's promise of the good life
Forever changing plans, restrained by envious spirits
And wanting to want to give in and go for the country
My love will always be of vibrant and dense traffic music
That fills me up when nothing is expected
The push and the shock
The handshake that could be changing your direction
The mess and the chaos
The sounds of someone close to falling apart
Don't wake me from the dream
Don't shake me from the notion
That the day will come and I'll belong and not be lost
So far away from hell from unpaid debts and world war
Where my bare feet are walking on dew
Without treading a needle, on a needle
The push and the fall
The handshake to the change of your direction
The mess and the chaos
The sounds of someone close to falling apart
