Little People (Black City)

That was the message left outside

She only left it there to hide

I can't equate this all to night

A frozen wasted heart has died

What has he done, lost the right one

For the feeling, oh the reeling

Because I was born into it, I have never lost my fluid

Some have passed and some have risen

I am wrapped in gold gift ribbons

Love me like a clown

Days in go round the black city

Looking for love black city

Days don't go right black city

It's all around Black City

It's a funny situation, I do fall away

I do fall away, I do fall away

Talk is complication, you get carried away

You get carried away, I get carried away

Moving conversation

Throw your other hand

Throw your other hand

Throw your other hand

Too much communication, I'm another man

I'm another man

I'm your other man