This City

It's seven o'clock in the morning

The sun goes up

There is nothing like then breathing in my city

It's seven o'clock in the morning

The sun goes up

There is nothing like then breathing in my city

Is there nothing more left than me?

Is there nothing more left in my city?

Well, I don't care what you do

You are happy now, it's true

So please don't turn around

Don't turn around

Don't turn around

Is there nothing more left than me?

Is there nothing more left in my city?

Well, I don't care what you do

You are happy now, it's true

So please don't turn around

Don't turn around