(Hammill)
Sometimes living for the moment
Sometimes going with the flow
Sometimes professing to be an exponent
Of the quiet life
While night life
Surrounds me I sit
And go crazy alone
Too many people and too little action
Too much exterior acting too little inside.
Oh, yet I still feel that manic attraction
I've lived in the city for most of my life
And suppose
I'll be there when I die
Still going through the frantic motions
Still qualifying everything I say
Responding urbanely to every emotion
The city life freaks me
The city life feeds me
The city life blows me away
| 1 | Pilgrims |
| 2 | Refugees |
| 3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers |
| 4 | Lost |
| 5 | House With No Door |
| 6 | Darkness (11/11) |
| 7 | La Rossa |
| 8 | Aerosol Grey Machine |
| 9 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) |
| 10 | Afterwards |