Part of the queue.

Suddenly i found that i lost my way in the city, streets in the thousands all the colors bleed into one. Fall down the heaven wont help me, call out no one would hear. All of a sudden i lost my outta the city.
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town.
The names and the faces in the places they mean nothing to me, 'cos all they can do to be part of the queue in this town. Fall down, heaven wont help me, call out no one will hear. People tomorrow they say "Well i say what a pity"
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding some soul in this town.
Stand tall, stand proud. Every beginning is breaking it's promise, i'm having trouble just finding my soul in this town. Finding my soul in this town. Keep on trying. It's alright.