BKB

As the busses flock at the station heart

You stroll around in your everyday avenue

When they roll back to the outskirts, so do you

Back to your peaceful home where you need to beBut you fool yourself

You romanticize your life

Would you want to live without the pulse that fills the cityAs the night falls people arrive

BKB until dawn, oh what a surprise

There's plenty of room for flying around

So how do you want to go home tonight?But you fool yourself

You romanticize your life

Would you want to live without the air that fills the suburbs

But you fool yourself

You romanticize your life

Would you want to live without the air that fills the suburbs