Chinatown – A Camp (Nina Persson) – letras

Every town has a secret heartThat beats every citizen an undergroundI set my clock to the bootleg near endBroken hands spin around and roundI’m on my way just like every dayTo get milk and keroseneBut my reflection in the butcher’s window isn’t meI freeze.This is ChinatownA state of mindThis is ChinatownIs just a state of mindThe sky was blue but I wouldn’t knowI was counting cracks in the concreteI’m memorized them from A to BA choreography in part of meIs not the future, is not the past, is not nowThe price will double if you try to look them in the eyeDon’t ask whyCause this is ChinatownA state of mindThis is ChinatownA state of mindIn Chinatown…Read my furtune in the metro cardYou’ll see nothing if you search hardRead my furtune in the metro cardYou’ll see nothing if you search hard