Here where neon meets concrete I watch the gaudy masquerade of a million pointless reminders in an electric clown parade. Every day the clock s unwinding and I ve seen it all before. What is there to forgive if I want more?
Stunned by noise and confusion I bear the deafening tirade of a thousand grating intrusions in an endless serenade. Every day the clock ticks forward and the song is growing old. Forgive me if I say it leaves me cold.
I take my burden down to Yin Yang Street I cast my fortune with the ones I meet we go round and round dancing we soon forget a door opens the sun sets the evening opens out on Yin Yang Street the ancient symbols have a chance to speak they fade in and out singing there s no mistake the door closes the day breaks
and then s there s nothing before me like smoke the scene fades away. I turn my back and I face the day
Here where city meets jungle I see the darkness and the light, from the business of daytime to the emptiness of night. Every day the clock reminds me of the time that s slipping by. Forgive me if I stop to wonder why.
I take my burden down to Yin Yang Street I cast my fortune with the ones I meet we go round and round dancing we soon forget a door opens the sun sets the evening opens out on Yin Yang Street the ancient symbols have a chance to speak they fade in and out singing there s no mistake the door closes the day breaks
and then s there s nothing before me like smoke the scene fades away. 编辑于2009/04/10更新