Look up, see the skies go down on you.
Turn back, hear the raindrops pounding.
Smell the pure fragrance of the nailed road dust
Lost in a puddle of breathless shouting.

Still walking down the street. Watch out!
Dogs are playing on the slope of mountain.
Feeling like a ghost in this crowded place.

Look up, see the canvas of grey hues.
Turn back, hear cacophony of city's muse.
Hear the sound of the heartbeat in the breeze.
Maybe I'll find someone who understands my dreams.

Look down, what a mess was done by a fountain.
Rivers of black oil tempting me to be drown.
Someone struck a match and now there are flames around.

Look up, see the skies go down on you.
Turn back, hear the raindrops pounding.
Smell the pure fragrance of the nailed road dust
Lost in a puddle of breathless shouting.

Look up, see the canvas of grey hues.
Turn back, hear cacophony of city's muse.
Hear the sound of the heartbeat in the breeze.
Maybe I'll find someone who understands my dreams.