Words and music by Roddy Frame
|
|
Everybody's walking through the city all alone
|
But no one talks about it
|
I am just a simple, unassuming kind of man
|
So neither do I
|
But I walk like the rest and try to do my best
|
'Til I'm beaten, 'til I'm blue
|
And it shines like the sun inside of everyone
|
Like the neon that I see in the rain
|
On the avenue
|
|
Everybody's dreaming 'bout a city in the sky
|
Where we can live without love
|
I am just a simple, unassuming kind of guy
|
So so do I
|
But to feed you from a shell, fill you up and wish you
|
Well.
|
That's my reason, it's what I do
|
And it shines in the guise of Egyptian sparkling eyes
|
In the basement of a hotel
|
Paradise
|
On the avenue
|
|
And if the hotel burns down
|
We'd probably drown 'neath the firemens' hoses
|
Holy Moses!
|
I would still believe that paradise
|
Was there with you
|
Never blue
|
Stuck like glue
|
On the avenue
|
|
-----------------
|
On the Avenue
|
| Aztec Camera |
