verse 1
Twilight makes it's entrance to a damp and dusky day
Working time is over and the kids go home from play
Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground
Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound
Break
verse 2
Huge gargantuan tunnels, carved by the hand of man
Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again
While above them in the street, everything's a different pace
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?
Solo
verse 3
On into the night, winter sheds it's gloomy light
Pedestrians and vehicles in a never-ending fight
Yes, this is the street where everything's a different pace
The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race?
Outro