Paroles: Brian Kennedy. Great War Of Words. Town.

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