Twelfth Night - This City lyrics

The abstracted shapes Of the people's thoughts Different shops and pubs All the cheap facades It is all this city It is all this city Wind shaken trees Half crumbling parks The enquiring eyes Fingers parting lace It is all this city It is all this city Long straggling queues Of the out of work A baby s**ing sweets Dribbling down his quilt It is all this city It is all this city All this city