hello city

hello city. another night at the palace

'cause there is nothing else to do. the same people

the same drinks and the same music

the same quicksand

i think this harbour town is waist deep and sinking fast. hello city

you've found an enemy in me

hello city

hello city. second night at the warehouse

and my mock turtleneck just reeks. from the liquor room to the changeroom

to the doom and gloom

of the hotel room

i wish this seaside beerhall would

sink into the bay. maybe i caught you at a bad time

maybe i should call you back next week

maybe half the fault was mine that

the sun didn't shine on barrington street. it's three o'clock in the morning

and i'm hungry so let's eat. climb down three flights to the streetlights

and the bar-fights

we're just taking in the sights. i hope tomorrow that i wake up in my own bed.