Walking through the streets Staring at the tagged-up walls City raw and grey People come and go Each one in their own world Killing time Already thinking about tomorrow Grey sky and colorful socks Of a child jumping around What else could there be? What more would it be? Thinking senseless things Just to drift away I hear the radio preaching philosophy Between car commercials for things we can’t afford Oh! City of grey, city so raw! Lost in the crowd, we follow the law! The radio talks, the turnstile locks! Where’s the life that we were promised? (City of grey! City so raw!) The DJ talks about freedom But the bus turnstile says something else It’s a dry snap of metal in the middle of the silence The asphalt is tired of carrying all this rush And the names written on the walls Are people forgotten before dinner time The child keeps on jumping Ignoring the red light’s pause We stare at the ground to avoid the abyss While the radio plays a song about summer On a corner that’s never seen the real sun Oh! City of grey, city so raw! Lost in the crowd, we follow the law! The radio talks, the turnstile locks! Where’s the life that we were promised? (City of grey! City so raw!) It’s not a revolution Just another Tuesday made of iron Bitter coffee in a plastic cup And the radio’s wisdom gets lost in the exhaust fumes Should we run or just watch? The colorful socks vanish into a crowd of dark suits The city doesn't sleep! It just pretends it doesn't see a thing Tomorrow the grey will be even stronger And we’ll be a little further from home Oh! City of grey, city so raw! Lost in the crowd, we follow the law! The radio talks, the turnstile locks! Where’s the life that we were promised?
