City lights, heart sighs
The searching must go on
Clearly seen in sullen eyes
What hasn’t begun is done
A dream, where it all started
A dream, there’s little else
A dream, this is what you wanted
A dream, you hear the bells
Red, better stop the tune
Green, thinking but of you
Yellow, stars can only shine
When to yourself you’re true
Solitude or loneliness
The lies all blend inside
A world where you are more or less
There’s nowhere left to hide
It's funny how the hustle and bustle makes one feel even more lonely at time, isn't it?