Watch your step
Who has your hand?
Turned the choir up
In the atmosphere again

I don't know
Where i was
All i knew
Was that i didn't belong anymore

I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city now
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city now
...
Found my place
Near the back of a pen
Dig myself from the hiss
Of the tape (again)

Where's the ceiling?
Made from his hand
Has it been removed
And is now in place of the land?

I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city now
I got to go back to the city
I got to go back to the city now