Each night I go out
And forget
Monk's orders and
Head straight to her
Through the thick
And lovely smoke
Full of guts
But so shy
Tell me what you want
She says
Tell me what you want
Now, let it go
Let it go
Let it die
You haven't shown
The proper spirit!
The proper spirit!
She takes me out
To the heart of it
Lost in the swell of the street
It can hit all the notes
We agree
But the city itself
Needs to breathe
Let it go
Let it go
Let it die
You haven't shown
The proper spirit!
The proper spirit!