This city (2005)

Text von Marcel Dickow
Musik von M. Gremmer / Broken Dream

Party's over, I'm alone again
everyone has to go one's ways
all these girls just disappear
they have never really shelter me

In the morning I'm floating home
a cool breeze in my tousled hair
this citys gentle overtone
really makes (it) up coming home

They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'
but I just don't feel this way

I wonder how it feels tonight
that growing distance inside (of me)
the light-house beam circles around
a citys pulse without a sound

Give me a hint, maybe a smile
why leaving has become as easy
as I never thought it might
this city's getting out of sight

They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'
but I just don't feel this way

You didn't even notice
that it's good-bye
it doesn't feel like that
it doesn't feel too bad...

They always say: 'feel free'
but I don't feel this way
they keep on saying: 'feel free'...
...in this city.


© 2005 Broken Dream