Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o

Kina:
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

Peter:
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

Chorus:
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You´ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Kina:
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us

Peter:
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love

Both:
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
(But if you close your eyes)

Chorus

Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o

Kina:
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

Peter:
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

Kina:
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love

Peter:
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

Chorus

But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?

Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o
Eh-eh-o eh-o