Wild city, all your windows have eyes.
Wild city, what do you see tonight?

Wild city, tell me what I should feel.
Wild city, whose secret will you reveal?

Wild city, before I tell you good-bye,
I want to be your lover;
please take me for a ride.

You were my sunshine.
You were my rain.
You were everything I feared to lose,
but never gained.

Tonight the avenue is so beautiful.
The yellow moon is hanging full and low,
like a traffic light,
telling me I have to go.