The beating heart inside a crippled and dying city The hungry buzz of business, crime, sex and music Seek refuge in its wide obliviating embrace In Camden Town, to disappear without a trace. The cold breath of November soothes the pain of my wounds My shoulder scraping the million poster bills on the walls The door code is cracked and opens with a metallic click Inside the empty and silent hallway the air is so still. We meet we share our histories We meet our lies divide us We meet we share our histories We meet our lies inside us In her tattoo memories of a distant past Of random looking connections hiding an oder above my grasp They're tracking you! They're watching you! They're tracking you! They're onto you! We meet we share our histories We meet our lies divide us We meet we share our histories We meet our lies inside us