[00:25.26]the city is a trap[00:32.46]in which we fling our worries[00:40.35]and grasp for somebodys promise[00:42.69]of the good life[00:52.56]forever changing plans[00:59.34]restrained by envious spirits[01:10.98]and wanting to want to give in[01:11.73]and go for the country[01:26.01]my love will always be[01:26.46]of vibrant and dense traffic music[01:33.93]that fills me up when nothing is expected[01:36.57]the push[01:47.94]and the shock[01:54.09]the handshake that could be changing your direction[02:01.92]the mess[02:06.78]and the chaos[02:12.54]the sounds of someone close to falling apart[02:22.08]don't wake me from the dream[02:28.95]don't shake me from the notion[02:36.75]that the day will come[02:37.89]and I'll belong and not be lost[02:49.47]so far away from hell[02:51.12]from unpaid debts and world war[03:03.81]where my bare feet are walking on dew[04:07.50]without treading a needle[04:08.01]on a needle[04:08.31]the push[04:08.46]and the fall[04:08.70]the handshake to the change of your direction[04:15.75]the mess[04:20.67]and the chaos[04:26.85]the sounds of someone close to falling apart