The streets are hungover
The parties have passed out and away
And once again no one has stayed
To clean up the spilled beer and mess that was made
The city is struggling to morning
Streetsweepers and seagulls grumpy but on time
And it's like coming down without a parachute
This urban vista quiet empty and blue
Like the lights going on after a dance
Ballroom just a gym again
Eternal neon thrills now just a string of closed bars
The disillusionment of an empty stage
Part of our do it yourself charade
In castles that are only buildings
And skyscrapers that will never be mountains
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