Miserable is my old city
crying tears that smell of my sweat
grey clouds courting filthy pavements
(the) saddest city is in my head
I am cold and I am darker
than the houses, who will light them?
perhaps the sunshine in the summer
or one of those handsome young men
Standing alone above the city
I know my aim is somewhere down there
for an hour or just five minutes
time is rain and waters my hair
Like a fire that's dying out now
flickering embers no more flame
that's my city dressed in darkness
and my heart is just the same
Every single ember's burning
feet that love has stripped of their shoes
tomorrow's rain is gonna sooth them
from the clouds that whisper their blues