8 acessos
In this city, Windy City
People act like they're ghosts
All my effort or attention
Slip away at the most
Why can't they see I am a stranger here
I got the invitation in my hand
Speak to me
Where's the hospitality
In this city, Windy City
Nightfall sits on a throne
Since that bloody war they are hurt to the core
Hearts now made out or stone
Why can't they see
What do they want from me
I could be acting like a clown
Can't take no more
I have to flee this town