Текст песни The Light Inside - Petula

This city's a mess
But it loves you to pieces
It loves you to bits
This stage is a lopsided death-trap
One for the books
Hey, one for the kids, right?
For with the lights on
Every temple looks like shit
And all true lovers end up sore

The muck and the grit
They have become sentient
They'll show you around
This city's a mess
And baby
It looks like we're holding its map upside down
My head keeps singing the wisdom
Of early-nineties rambling drunkards
Don't despair but ask for more

The light inside has broken
But I still work
Still work
Still work
Still work
The dents and cracks have been mended
But they still hurt
Still hurt
Still hurt
Still hurt
Everything gets better
But it's still bad
Still bad
Still bad
Still bad
I miss my friends so much
But they're still dead
Still dead
Still dead
Still dead
I miss my friends so much
I miss my friends so much
I miss my friends so much
I miss my friends so much