Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

Why you have to raise me this way, You showed me how to survive the concrete, If I survive only time can say, You where a part of me It's kinda bugged how I go sometimes Know they staring brain feels like a wheel lost with out the ball bearing Stuck

Running like a river trying to find the ocean Flowers in the concrete Places that you can't see Coming through the melody when the night bird sings Love is a wild thing Climbing over fences, blooming in the shadows Love is a wild thing, yeah You can't

To hear you speak of it Why not smile? You've been sad for a while I would do anything The concrete broke your fall I'd have done anything I feel like a cartoon brick wall You've been so sad It makes me worry

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

We are ghosts of the concrete world Genetic codes of a dying breed Will I be left behind Sounds of a playground fading You can find all you need The message is in the silence Whisper words to calm your mind Reach inside another playing come-around

(must be somewhere for me) No sun will shine in my day today (no sun will shine) The high yellow moon won't come out to play (that high yellow moon won't come out to play) I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light, (and the stage) And the stage my

You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a

So go but be kind You have luck on your side Born into a family with food in their bellies And a car for them to drive People sleeping on the concrete Still smile behind their signs So go now be happy and be free You have so much time If you go chances