Somethin' bout the streets, harpsichord beats Cobblestone tales, under urban heat We play the game, but ain't no defeat In the shadows of the spires, life's no charade Hardships in harmony, a baroque serenade Living the struggle, but we're self-made Echoes of our past, through the narrow lanes Rise and fall of the keys, like the city's pains Yet we persist, like an old refrain. [outro][end]
