Lyrics

[Intro: Carl Jung] They all seek their own existence And to assure their existence against That complete atomisation Into nothingness [Verse 1: Kae Tempest] My city don't listen People come here to go missing People leave here But still miss it years later Its children wear its kisses across them forever When it screamed at me I heard its music When it drew its sword, I knelt I spoke my first words in its mouth And I took my first beats from its belt Keep spinning Ugly as commerce Merciless profit, endless ambition Base rate survival Current so strong it feels tidal Transactional life of addiction Where do you fall in the grand shrinking Of fully formed person to slim definition? Sitting in the waiting room All I can see Is a room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree (Tree, tree, tree) [Chorus: Connie Constance] Inner child, where did you go? I know you want to know Is this city your home? [Verse 2: Kae Tempest] I watch it flow, the old river Empty penthouses But still the lone figure slept out the whole winter And died before spring Passersby saw, but felt sure They were not like him Life by numbers Looking for the punchlines Only getting punches Crunches in the morning Lunches in the boardroom Numbness in the courtroom About to go under What's yours? The money you hoard? The applause? Or the dreams that you couldn't afford? The photo in the frame? Five months in, just showing Or the marks on the wall from when they were still growing? Is it in what's left? Is it in what's gone? Trying to keep time but the time keeps on Sitting in the caff trying to work out what we want - A room full of drummers all looking for the one A room full of drummers, all looking for the one A room full of drummers, all looking for the one A room full of drummers, all looking for the one A room full of drummers, all looking for the one [Chorus: Connie Constance] Little girl, where did you go? I know you want to know Is this city your home? [Verse 3] I've got my own mouths to feed Is the city's decree Why should I care about you? You don't care about me? Fiction, faction, reaction, shock tactics Must increase my presence, get active Must get some flowers for the grave It's band practice at eight, my turn to bring beers Need to make a new claim, I've gone into arrears Yea, it feels like a lump But they're not taking new appointments Till the backlog clears Nine million terrified people living Nine million beautiful lives Let's make ourselves pretty and go out in the city 'Cause the body decays but the spirit survives The main thing my city taught me Is every stranger's holding up more Than you could ever know Pushing trolleys down the aisles, in pieces: A room full of great lines looking for a show A room full of great lines looking for a show A room full of great lines looking for a show A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of fallen leaves, dreaming of the tree A room full of drummers, all looking for the one A room full of drummers, all looking for the one A room full of great lines looking for a show A room full of great lines looking for, looking for [Chorus: Connie Constance] Little boy, where did you go? I know you want to know Is this city your home? (Home) [Outro: Carl Jung] They all seek their own existence And to assure their existence against That complete atomisation Into nothingness Or into meaninglessness Man cannot stand a meaningless life