But all of these horses
We're touching faces in the dark
Where no one sees nothing
It may have been the first of mistakes
The imitation of good faith
We're touching faces in the dark
This invisible city
We're touching faces in the dark
In the end they are the ones
Straight through the ghettos and without lights
Now every heart has a blind side
So I've learned how to compromise
Now all of these horses
Now I try not to tell lies
That you chase around
Cheaper lovers make expensive wives
Now all of these voices
They've come to my door with one dozen roses
Where no one sees nothing
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
Is how you stumble upon hate
But there's pressures from inside
That you chase around
Where he learns how to improvise
Feeling pretty is so hard
Where no one sees nothing
That always bring you down
That you chase around
That always bring you down
But all of these horses
And this invisible city
In the end they are the ones
In the end they are the ones
Well this heart is on wheels tonight
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight
That always bring you down
Feeling pretty is so hard
This invisible city
Good people for alibis
When we held on too loosely that opened the gates
