Lyrcs - Drinking Coffee Dreaming of Cocaine

Drinking Coffee Dreaming of Cocaine

Drinking coffee dreaming of cocaine
I tell them it's a sickness of the spirit not the brain

But this city is not about money
This city is not about go-fast-go.
This city is you and me falling through the summer sticky air
At the breaking of day.

This city is you and me two - eyes locked for a moment
On a runaway train

But this city is not about love
This city is all of the lonley people
This city is not about love
This city is all of the lonliest people

Drinking coffee dreaming of cocaine
I tell them it's a sickness of the spirit not the brai

This city is glitz and gleam and speedmachine racing
To wondrous heights blazing or to nothing at all 
This city is you and me two in a tiny box pacing
And a million tiny boxes - got room for us all.

We are the people in the street
A faceless sea of faces racing
Churning feet take shallow gazes
Up to warm and happy graves
Where we die dreaming of the revolution
That never came today.

Drinking coffee dreaming of cocaine
I tell them it's a sickness -
Of the spirit not the brain