All the kisses taste of dust here  And it's too late to change my mind  I'm still in love with the private world  Sometimes I've got to pull the blinds  Why aren't you dissolving yet?  And why's that car always there?  I got a letter from America  Somebody else lost in the glare  Chorus:  In this city, this city, oh!  This city, this city, oh!  I'm walking through this big arena  I'm passing millions, missing some  When someone touches me like it's all alright  I think it's memory, but it's still so right  There were always dreams of leaving  My face gets dimmer every day  When I can see myself I'm waving  I'm drawing back into the crowds again  (Repeat chorus twice)