Hustle and bustle is where we meet
The integrate city is what we greet
In the morning when we rise so early
In the evenings as we descend from glory

The day is long and hard,
But from our jobs we dare not part.
It is to pay a bill,
Or to keep one still.
An idle mind is free to its own devices,
in fact through its deeds might still surprise us.
We keep rather still.
A waste of life saved from living
Our dreams are worth what we've all been giving.

A restful peaceful night has come
And after one sleep again it is done
And once again the hustle and bustle is where we meet
And the integrate city is what we greet

As darkness finds me
The light behind me
You surround me.

You,
the one I love
You,
The one I loath,
You,
The one I need
You,
From whom I feed...
The one for whom I bleed.

Trapped in your prison the misery fills me
Trapped in your prison your love might **** me
But on we move lovers of the sun
For someone who has one I have none
None I love but one I mourn.