Little People (Black City)

That was the message left outside She only left it there to hide I can't equate this all to night A frozen wasted heart has died What has he done, lost the right one For the feeling, oh the reeling Because I was born into it, I have never lost my fluid Some have passed and some have risen I am wrapped in gold gift ribbons Love me like a clown Days in go round the black city Looking for love black city Days don't go right black city It's all around Black City It's a funny situation, I do fall away I do fall away, I do fall away Talk is complication, you get carried away You get carried away, I get carried away Moving conversation Throw your other hand Throw your other hand Throw your other hand Too much communication, I'm another man I'm another man I'm your other man