Wallflowers (The)
Invisible City
Lookin' back at the crash site I don't see me by the roadside Well this heart is on wheels tonight
Straight through the ghettos
And without lights
Now every heart has a blind side Where it learns how to improvise Well this place is a whorehouse tonight Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard
Now all of these voices And all of these noises With all their illusions of choices They've come to my door With one dozen roses The imitation of good faith Is how you stumble upon hate SongtexteIt may have been the first of mistakes When we held on too loosely Then opened the gates But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard
Now I try not to tell lies But there's pressures from inside So I've learned how to compromise Good people for alibis But all of these horses That you chase around In the end they are the ones That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing We're touching faces in the dark Feelin' pretty is so hard
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