Suddenly I found that I'd lost my way in this city. The streets and the thousands of colours all bleed into one. I fall down Heaven won't help me. I call out no one would hear. All of a sudden I'd lost my way out of the city. Stand tall. Stand proud. Every beginning is breaking its promise. I'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town. The names on the faces in places they mean nothing to me. It's all they can do to be part of the queue in this town. I fall down Heaven won't help me. I call out no one will hear. There'll be no tomorrow they say. Well I say "more's the pity". Stand tall. Stand proud. Every beginning has broken its promise. I'm having trouble just finding my soul in this town. But I'll keep on trying. I keep on trying