Just pulled out of a train station we’re moving sideways   I’m sitting here with three other people in the carriage   Passing churches, passing stations, a bustling complex   I see a sequence 22 rivers out my window      Pushing you away from me   Pushing you away from me      The skyscrapers the cloud scratchers    Here comes a city   The sandwich maker the trollycar pusher    Here comes a city      Pushing you away from me   Pushing you away from me      Etterzhausen, Frankfurt Central, here comes a city   And why do people who read Dostoevsky always look like Dostoevsky?      A crowded train, a silent night   The country’s black and the cities are bright      On this flight, through the night   On this flight, historic night      Here comes a city