Traffic in the city is tearing me apart,
Traffic in the city is keeping me intact,
Traffic in the city, traffic in the city of mush,
Panic-stricken people, the flood is on the streets,
Panic-stricken people on my pocket map,
Panic-stricken people, panic in the city of ants,
Roger that, are you reading?..
Facing east, 535 licence plate H-O-M-E-S-I...
Roger that, are you reading? Are we getting through?..
Excuse me, do you know...
Eleven
...M-E-S-I-C...
Love has left the building, blow me all the same,
Love has left the building, you just drive me back,
Love has left the building, loving in the city of fakes,
You have a right to remain silent...
Let me out, you have to let me out!
(Light tune, light tune...)
Except when you keep it under you skin, and then it just pops out immediately and...