I was sailing out at sea of my   comatose dreams   Made a charter   for the shores of consciousness      Well we were starboard, sipping   on Château Latour    Told you I've   tried and I cannot love you   less      I awoke from what had seemed   like an eternity of sleep   And my   sheets they were all in a   mess   When you're working weekends   you're up earlier than me   And you   know how much I love watching you   undress      We should get the hell   out of the city   Find a little   place down by the coast   Before   this city goes and swallows us up   whole      And I become someone that I   don't even know    Well I heard   these streets, could steal your   soul...      It's futile wearing a   disguise because these walls have   all got eyes      It's your heart you   need to change not your   attire,   Show no fear of being   burned 'cause sooner of later   you'll learn,   That there is just   no Big Smoke without fire   So if we need to get away, some friends   said we've a place to stay,   And   lay down our weary hearts and our   heads,   You bring Fitzgerald, I'll bring Joyce,   got two trains tickets headed south,   London's cold, babe,    we're leaving her fordead      We should get the hell out   of the city   Find a little place   down by the coast   Before this   city goes and swallows us up   whole   And I become someone that I   don't even know    Well I heard   these streets, could steal your   soul...   We should get the hell   out of the city   Find a little   place down by the coast   Before   this city goes and swallows us up   whole   And I become someone that I   don't even know      Yeah this city's   gonna swallow us up whole      Sometimes when you gotta go, you   just gotta go   And I heard these   streets, could steal your soul...