This City |
LyricsIn the long hot evenings no one ever sleepsBy the taxi stand, on the crowded streets On the distant shoreline I can see the sights Of a thousand people in their restless nights This city is always crowded even in the sun I'm the business, baby, I'm your always run I could meet you later by the burger store We could go out dancing, I could tell you more When your purse is empty and the pain is real Too vain to hurt, too vain to steal Your love comes easy, your love comes cheap Too tired to forget it, too tired to weep This city's full of angels with the oldest trade Hearts get broken with the promise made Like a shadow falling, like a fitted glove And the price of beauty is the price of love When your purse is empty and the pain is real Too vain to hurt, too vain to steal Your love comes easy, your love comes cheap Too tired to forget it, too tired to weep Then the trade you live by is the trade you earn Anything is easy, anything gets burned In the darkening alleys in the dimlit night Where the good gets bad and the bad gets right. |
| Short Song Description: Duet; male/female. |
| Lyric Credits: John Soul |
| Music Credits: Ingvi Thor Kormaksson |
| Producer Credits: Vilhjalmur Gudjonsson |
| Performance Credits: Biggi Gunn and Iris G. |
| Song Length: 4:30 |
| Primary Genre: Pop-Easy Listening |
| Secondary Genre: Jazz-Bossa Nova |
| Tempo / Feel: Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
| Lead Vocal: Duet Male/Female |
| Subject Matter 1: Loneliness |
| Subject Matter 2: Searching for Love |
| Mood 1: Composed |
| Similar Artist 1: Michael Buble |
| Language: English |