This city has sex.

If only you knew.

The power it took

To turn my eyes that shade of blue.

East side love

And a lotta champagne

The clock is turning,

Away from the shame.

Televised eyes

And a heap of sluts.

It never meant more,

Than your last cigarette.

Snow falls on your shadow again

The coat I gave you might be your only friend.

The world is a shade of grey like your father's toupee.

Cornflakes let you know you'll be alive in the morning;

Just there for them.

But I've already forgotten you.