there are lights in the night and there is darkness too every corner of a street tells a story for you a story for you an expensive free ride as your soul is the toll next to homeless in their boxes, girls that wear Jimmy Choo's every corner of a street tells a story for you there are women who sell pleasure and a guy who sells dreams there's an oldman who is begging but is not like it seems you have all the things you wanted just a feet away and you don't fear dying, cause you're dead anyway a story for you