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And so, we step out for a drink at the place we always go. We're docile and expressionless. We're sexless as chess pieces in our coats, lurching gracelessly along through these streets we barely know. We've been here for a couple of years and still, nothing about it feels like home. We've inhabited these lives like nervous tenants, dear, terrified we'll be ejected from them though there's nothing for us here. Amid pervasive mumblings about prosperity, we've misplaced passion: it's the new poverty. The generous indifference of a city that's this big is reinforced on days when snow obliterates our tracks as they are made. And the icy streets rush up to greet each drunken step. And every structure waves goodbye. SongtexteAnd everything reminds us what we've left. We've inhabited these lives like nervous tenants, dear, terrified we'll be ejected from them though there's nothing for us here. Amid pervasive mumblings about prosperity, we've misplaced passion: it's the new poverty. Aus Songtexte Mania