Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

The city is a tramp

 in which we fling our worries

 and grasp for somebody's promise

of the good life

 forever changing plans

restrained by envious spirits

 and wanting to want to give in

 and go for the country

 my love will always be

 of vibrant and dense traffic music

 that fills me up when nothing is expected

Chours

the push, and the shock

 the handshake that could be changing your direction

the mess, and the chaos

 the sounds of someone close to falling apart

Verse 2

don't wake me from the dream

don't shake med from the notice

 that the day will come

 and I'll belong and not be lost

 so far away from hell

 from unpaid debts and world war

 where my bare feet are walking on dew

 without treading a needle

 on a needle

PIANO

Chours

the push, and the shock

 the handshake to the change of your direction

the mess, and the chaos

 the sounds of someone close to falling apart