The Sundays - Leave This City текст песни

Gone forever, the writing on the wall, they've boarded-up the cinema.
Strawberry dreams and the dust-filled beams, shut down in a modern town.
See you walking, see you talking.

Recollection on streets you used to know, forgotten pleasure smolder.
Images fade but the town won't let them go, sleepwalking, see you talking.
Feel the city inside you, ooh, leave this city behind you.

Drive wherever the roads will take you to, down beside a river, frozen brown.
January days and their scarecrow trees, so cold, feel your ears burn.
See you walking, see you talking.
Feel the city inside you, ooh, leave this city behind you.

Past and present, they converge on every side.
The wires all get tangled when now and then collide.
Bittersweet taste of a time and another place before.
Sleep walking, see you talking.
Feel the city inside you, ooh feel this city define you. Yeah, leave this city behind you...