Another autumn is the city of greed  Another solitary season in great need  You know it's time to leave but where?     Pass a school, kids on a break  You want to play too but it's all fake  Just a substitute for what you really crave    Your pillow is covered with make-up tears  Noone has been here for many years  Except a wishfull thought resting violently    Every day, waking up brand new  Until another bullet goes through you  Squeeze my hand if you can hear me