Song This city (2005) Text von Marcel Dickow Musik von M. Gremmer / Broken Dream Party's over, I'm alone again everyone has to go one's ways all these girls just disappear they have never really shelter me In the morning I'm floating home a cool breeze in my tousled hair this citys gentle overtone really makes (it) up coming home They always say: 'feel free' but I don't feel this way they keep on saying: 'feel free' but I just don't feel this way I wonder how it feels tonight that growing distance inside (of me) the light-house beam circles around a citys pulse without a sound Give me a hint, maybe a smile why leaving has become as easy as I never thought it might this city's getting out of sight They always say: 'feel free' but I don't feel this way they keep on saying: 'feel free' but I just don't feel this way You didn't even notice that it's good-bye it doesn't feel like that it doesn't feel too bad... They always say: 'feel free' but I don't feel this way they keep on saying: 'feel free'... ...in this city. © 2005 Broken Dream