When the city sleeps and the still of night
comes crawling in from the mountain side
I wake up from the daily slumber
No more dealing with a broken number

Mass infection ain’t my scene
Self protection, you know what I mean
Ain’t no balance on the line
For the sense of freedom feels to fine
You wanna talk,
no need to justify
You wanna make love,
there ain’t no alibi

When the city sleeps

When the city sleeps I have a bad, bad dream
That tears me down this dreadful scene,
Anger, anguish, revolution, frozen faces, media pollution
Fundamentalist terror, another religious error

Bless the Prophet and the holy Pope
Welcome misery, Goodbye hope
When the city sleeps