Lyrics:
Lookin' back at the crash site,I don't see me by the roadside.Well this heart is on wheels tonight,Straight through the ghettosAnd without lights.Now every heart has a blind side,Where it knows how to improvise,Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,Cheap lovers make expensive wives.But all of these horsesThat you chase aroundIn the end they are the onesThat always bring you downThis invisible cityWhere no one sees nothingWe're touching faces in the darkFeelin' pretty is so hard.Now all of these voicesAnd all of these noisesWith all their illusions of choicesThey've come to my doorWith one dozen roses.The imitation of good faithIs how you stumble upon hate,It may have been the first of mistakesWhen we held on too loosely,and opened the gates.But all of these horsesThat you chase aroundIn the end they are the onesThat always bring you downThis invisible cityWhere no one sees nothingWe're touching faces in the darkFeelin' pretty is so hard.Now I try not to tell lies,But there's pressures from inside,So I've learned how to compromiseGood people for alibis.But all of these horsesThat you chase aroundIn the end they are the onesThat always bring you downThis invisible cityWhere no one sees nothingWe're touching faces in the darkFeelin' pretty is so hard