This troubled city I'm under its spell I often wander the streets at night With shades and lights And deaf stars sleeping in every puddle Place of wonders, empire of sin A journey across the land of dream Corners of the streets full of magic Full of young, drunk lovers It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality In a city of high, in a city of low The dusk is getting more and more invisible In a city of high, in a city of low The dusk is getting more and more invisible This troubled city It has me hypnotized I laugh, I cry among the neon lights With shades and lights And many young, drunk lovers It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality It makes me feel I don't need A different picture of reality In a city of high, in a city of low The dawn is getting more and more invisible In a city of high, in a city of low The dawn is getting more and more invisible In a city of high, in a city of low The dawn is getting more and more invisible In a city of high, in a city of low The dawn is getting more and more invisible