That sensation of banner
Going near by the sewers
Going downtown,
guess who?
Brought you back,
the strange moon
It's the lorries and wasps here
And it's stuck underground
It's a bliss that I can't see
Moving
far away down
But you are your own
Self in the city
You need your own
Crops in the city
You're milled,
you're wrong Fields of depression
Fields of illusion On our own
You're neighbours in the hallway
Would you keep
your yelling down?
Got a body
on
its way Some alcohol to drown
That's my friend in the stairwell
Falling
into the crowd
It's the lorries and wasps here
Moving
far away down
But you are your own
Self in the city
You need
your own Crops in the city
You're milled, you're wrong
Fields of depression
Fields of illusion
You are your own
Self in the city
You need your own
Crops in the city
You're milled, you're wrong Fields of depression
Fields
of illusion On our own