Its gritty in the city when she wakes to go to work.
She gathers the possessions that were stolen from her purse last week
There was this guy who thought he could get away, get away with
Stealing the contents of lives for a little fix
But there was a change today it was not the same as it used to be.
There never was a golden age cause its what you make of it anyway
We work at night so we can stay wasted
Cause its all good things now
It seems so close, so close you could say...
Meet us at the spot so we can talk about the little things
The big things are the same things that they always were and always will be
Another war or storm and its news now
Say you can't find the truth but its all around
