Tycoon - Gazebo

City night is cold and people hide their face

Cinderella is home by the fireplace

White snow has painted the streets

Young lovers hug in warm sheets

City nights are great when you have to hide

In the lack of witness or alibis

Where are you from?

Will you ever stop?

Tycoon or beggar

Here you’ll have to share the shelter

This house with the sun in the sky

Tycoon or beggar

You will have to search together

Reflections of light in you eyes

Another drop of blood in this light blue world

Easy ladies leaning on lighting poles

Just cigarettes, booze and crimes

Lovers just for some dimes

Where are you gone?

Will you ever stop?