All the kisses taste of dust here And it's too late to change my mind I'm still in love with the private world Sometimes I've got to pull the blinds Why aren't you dissolving yet? And why's that car always there? I got a letter from America Somebody else lost in the glare In this city, this city, oh In this city, this city, oh I'm walking through this big arena I'm passing millions, missing some When someone touches me like a sudden light I think it's memory but it's still so bright

There were always dreams of leaving My face gets dimmer every day When I can see myself I'm waving I'm going back into the crowds again In this city, this city, oh In this city, this city, oh In this city, this city, oh This city, this city, oh

Words by John Foxx. Published 1980 Island Music Ltd. Copyright 1980 Metal Beat / Virgin Records Ltd.

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