Print

There must be a thousand songs to sing about this place But the air is dry, not a single word can I embrace And no one wants to talk on this train No one leaves a trace, but I know You listen, listen with your eyes, it's what I found In this town Listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I found In this town You have held a million tales, but I still hear no name I think it's a crime but where am I supposed to hang the blame And no one wants to talk on this train And I think it's a shame, 'cause I know You listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I found In this town. Listen, you listen with your eyes, it's what I've Found, in this town, town, town. Listen you listen with your eyes It's what I've found in this town From Letras Mania