Paroles de Pockets

My town, empty like my pockets I chase your shadow for a while But I can't crack a smile Ghost town, living in this small town Towered by the city lights Oh on these lonely nights. Oh my friend it's been long No need to pretend You're just one step ahead And I'm hot on your trail But then you run, run, run from me Your voice, muffled in a phone call There's laughter in the background And it's all around So take me, take me to the concrete Show me to the angels, the industry Oh my friend it's been long No need to pretend You're just one step ahead And I'm hot on your trail But then you run, run, run from me