In The City
((P. Engelhardt, C. Scholz))
Summer in the city
To be the bee's knees
Bath of perspiration
A summer day dream
Dust the wind
An' clouding the sky, indeed
Smog's familiar
For we're having the knack of it
In the city
Winter in the city
Sleigh-riding the street
Subway's snog and cosy
Husbanding your feet
Coming home, go feeding the microwave
Current lights the warmth
Keeps link to the outer save
Til infirmaty
What will we be?
...will we be?
Darkness in the city
No one out there
Candles (in-)stead of city lights
Quiet in the city
Not a sound insane
'til the end of day
Don't you really wonder why
We are stuck in lullabies
Increasing sloping to a self-made scene
What will we be?
...will we be?
...will we be?
Darkness in the city.....
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