I,
I'm on these streets,
hear the clouds thumping loud,
Right inside I'm empty,
lost in the crowd,
It made frustration again,
find my place In this injury that I'm just a face,
I'm free, I'm free, I'm free,
I'm free and I'm happy,
say I'm happy,
say I'm happy say I'm happy,
say I'm happy,
Anyway.
Street.
crowd.
Midnight frustration again.
Find my place in this city tree.
I'm just a face.
I walk these streets hear the clock stomp and load.
Right inside I'm empty.
Lost in the crowd.
Midnight frustration again.
Find my place in this city tree.
I'm just a face.