Inner City — текст песни (buggles)

Here with a suitcase in my hand

I walk the street to find a fortune teller

But when the futures in your palm

They read it like a book that lasts forever



Makes you run

One last train for the inner city

Run



You I know are like the rest

Youre holding on with all the best intentions

But tear the fabric off your nest

Youll find the eggs have gone

And no one mentions



How you run

One last train for the inner city

Run

One last train for the inner city



Here in the sun

There on the sand

Falling like angels

You hold out your hand



Turn on

Hold out

We will be there

In the end



Run

One last train for the inner city

Run

One last train for the inner city

Run

One last train for the inner city

Run