city lights
in a smokey place I can see your face
shine like gold in the haze
city lights, alcohol and cigartettes
touch my skin, but you move me somewhere deep within
light my nights, come and fill the void and feel the beat from the drum-machine
at the discotheque down the street
right here we'd meet
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
these city lights are a cold kind of light,
but you
where am I now? have I pushed you away or pulled you near?
this is my church, a place where I can believe
peace on earth
interference on the radio
the satellites are working hard,
but you hear me when I call

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