These streets are cold,
And some things just cant be told
As I wait alone, but you know how that goes.
When everything becomes a blur to me,
Chiors sing the street songs that I've come to know.
And the world is turning into the city today.

I spend my days traveling underground
In bright subways until the sun goes down.
I spend my nights growing flowers by candlelight
In dark hotels until the sun comes up and we go for a walk
So we can talk,
Or we can say nothing at all.

Let's go for a drive
They'll never find us alive if we say nothing,
Cause the world is turning into the city
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever leave the city.
Sometimes the air is very hard to breathe in the city.
While all the ghosts are marching in the streets,
I make the same mistakes. please forgive me.

Your simple toys remind my of the noise
That I once heard of motor cars and crashing birds.
I stand alone remembering my home
And where we'll go when all these buildings turn to stone.