Invisible City - The Wallflowers

Lookin' back at the crash site

I don’t see me by the roadside

Well this heart is on wheels tonight

Straight through the ghettos and without lights

Now every heart has a blind side

Where it knows how to improvise

Well this place is a whorehouse tonight

Cheap lovers make expensive wives

But all of these horses

That you chase around

In the end they are the ones

That always bring you down

This invisible city

Where no one sees nothing

We’re touching faces in the dark

Feelin' pretty is so hard

Now all of these voices

And all of these noises

With all their illusions of choices

They’ve come to my door

With one dozen roses

The imitation of good faith

Is how you stumble upon hate

It may’ve been the first of mistakes

When we held on too loosely that opened the gates

Now all of these horses

That you chase around

In the end they are the ones

That always bring you down

This invisible city

Where no one sees nothing

We’re touching faces in the dark

Feelin' pretty is so hard

Now I try not to tell lies

But there’s pressures from inside

So I’ve learned how to compromise

Good people for alibis

But all of these horses

That you chase around

In the end they are the ones

That always bring you down

This invisible city

Where no one sees nothing

We’re touching faces in the dark

Feelin' pretty is so hard