| this is no river of sadness, 'cause this is no river at all they kept turning out the lights, in the dark hour of night and luna was the last one to fall there was no crisis of conscience, concrete has no conscience at all the banks have been covered, the rest has been stripped and I've been away for so long been this way for so long no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights anymore, anymore I'd welcome you to my city, but I've got no place of my own down on the coast is where I'm sighted most but isn't the coast line so long? again and again I was leaving, again and again I come back but the smog from the smokestacks it covers the sky and it gives you just what you lack just what you lack no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights anymore, anymore no, we don't believe in the angels, much less the women and men it seems like sometimes the sweet dreams that we find have taken the place of our friends but this is no river of sadness, 'cause this is no river at all we kept turning out the lights, it might not have been right but luna was the last one to fall and the last one to fall no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights no more turning out the lights anymore, anymore |