My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood   Like a big old black steam train   My veins are the tracks   And the city is my brain   My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun   At the end of a summer's day   My breast like a breeze   Blows all those storm clouds   Away   I... (x4)   My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts   And secrets that I have   And the mayor of the city says the city seems ain't half ... bad.   My arms could be weapons or instruments of love   My legs are skyscrapers, they tower   Above you   I... (x4)   My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood   Like a big old black steam train   My veins are the tracks   And the city is my brain   My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun   At the end of a summer's day   My breast like a breeze, blows   all those storm clouds   Away   I ... (x4)   I could be your whole world (x4)