| we walk until brooklyn heading to the southern home |
| we need some new feelings cause our brain is like a hole |
| «love» is a little tattoo engraved on our skin |
| «fear» was sold to the devil with a grin |
| we buy some jam to a freaky rotten pearl |
| we take it fast like that kiss we stole to a girl |
| we’re leaving the invisible and dark sadness |
| in a few minutes now i will dance with happiness |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| they said that’s life in the city |
| like a big big big house where we feel like a mouse |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| on our way back at dawn drivers sport corporate jumpsuit |
| stuck in their cars they scream «death before reroute» |
| in bold letters like a slogan on billboard |
| «what's left of your angers?» is written on the wall |
| confidence fueled by the last colors of bliss |
| we swear to god our live will never be like this |
| we dance again in this twenty first century set |
| we don’t know where it ends but it ends with no regrets |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| they said that’s life in the city |
| like a big big big house where we feel like a mouse |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| they said that’s life in the city |
| like a big big big house where we feel like a mouse |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| they said that’s life in the city |
| like a big big big house where we feel like a mouse |
| ho i feel streets talked to me |
| end |