This City (Acoustic Version)

It's seven o'clock in the morning

The sun goes up

There is nothing like them

Breathing in my city

It's seven o'clock in the morning

The sun goes up

There is nothing like them

Breathing in my city

Oh, is there nothing more left than me?

Is there nothing more left than my city?

But I don't care what you do

You are happy, now it's true

So please don't turn around

Oh, is there nothing more left than me?

Is there nothing more left than my city?

But I don't care what you do

You are happy, now it's true

So please don't turn around

Don't turn around