Roger Chapman - City Of Souls lyrics

Golden temples are burning Ambition – top of the hill The searching for heaven – the yearnings The need to be seen – overk** Now there can be very few people Born who could ever resist All of the trappings – the golden calves The whizz of society's kiss When will we ever be happy – happy to have and to hold When will we ever be happy – city of souls? The insidious hunting of pleasure's A measure thet rarely comes cheap Bult if there's one thing for sure There's a wolf at the door Inside there's a little Bo-Peep Hell, this permanent lusting of power Flying too close to the sun Well eternally chasing the daydreams The need to be seen to have won When will we ever be happy Happy to have and to hold When will we ever be happy – city of souls Bodies scheming – the curtains drawn The heat gets heavy behind closed doors Behind closed doors... When will we ever be happy Happy to have and to hold When will we ever be happy – city of souls?