City Lights Songtext
von The Hundred Acre Woods

If I am to be born again,
Make me a bird, a joy of men,
I want to fly above the city,
Past courthouses and their committees,
Down to the cracks between the streets,
Remnants of what be build to eat,
We build to dream like visionaries,
To form our walls and tributaries.

I am looking at the city lights,
Luminous against the dark of night


If I ascend above the trees,
Will I become one with the breeze?
We′re all just searching for some meaning,
A light to guide when stars are fleeting.
Well I've found stars beneath the trees,
My light is where it′s always been

I am looking at the city lights,
Luminous against the dark of night,
I am looking at the city lights,
Luminous against the dark of night,
I am looking at the city lights,
Stretching far beyond my line of sight,
I am looking at the city lights,
Luminous against the dark of night