Eight miles high and when you touch down Youll find that its stranger than known Signs in the street that say where youre going Are somewhere just being their own Nowhere is there warmth to be found Among those afraid of losing their ground Raingrey town known for its sounds Embrace it as small faces abound Round the square and out in the storms Some laughing, some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes and black limousines Some living, some standing alone
raingrey, known, shapeless, abound, limousine