Chasing Streets, Chasing Strangers

In a sea of lights, in a jungle of concrete
We tend to get lost but we’re never getting bored
With pollution in our lungs, we laugh and we cough
Strip our faces off and change our names until we’re torn
Lovers or sisters, inseparable since we were born

And what strange things we say on a stranger’s day
With blue lips we bare our teeth, never in a need of heat
Ever so entertained with our little game
Not an ounce of shame when we lie, laugh, and cheat
Our little entertainment is the sweetest sort of treat