The Camera Eye
๐ต 1054 characters
โฑ๏ธ 10:59 duration
๐ ID: 2414968
๐ Lyrics
Grim-faced and forbidding
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Head-first humanity
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city
They seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain
Like an English rain
So light, yet endless
From a leaden sky
The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse
And the purposeful stride
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster
Wistful and weathered
The pride still prevails
Alive in the streets of the city
Are they oblivious
To this quality?
A quality of light
Unique to every city's streets.
Pavements may teem
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
Their faces closed tight
An angular mass of New Yorkers
Pacing in rhythm
Race the oncoming night
They chase through the streets of Manhattan
Head-first humanity
Pause at a light
Then flow through the streets of the city
They seem oblivious
To a soft spring rain
Like an English rain
So light, yet endless
From a leaden sky
The buildings are lost
In their limitless rise
My feet catch the pulse
And the purposeful stride
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
Wide-angle watcher
On life's ancient tales
Steeped in the history of London
Green and grey washes
In a wispy white veil
Mist in the streets of Westminster
Wistful and weathered
The pride still prevails
Alive in the streets of the city
Are they oblivious
To this quality?
A quality of light
Unique to every city's streets.
Pavements may teem
With intense energy
But the city is calm
In this violent sea
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[03:38.03] Grim-faced and forbidding
[03:40.28] Their faces closed tight
[03:41.85] An angular mass of New Yorkers
[03:46.29] Pacing in rhythm
[03:47.94] Race the oncoming night
[03:49.99] They chase through the streets of Manhattan
[03:54.67] Head-first humanity
[03:56.89] Pause at a light
[03:58.49] Then flow through the streets of the city
[04:42.70] They seem oblivious
[04:45.53] To a soft spring rain
[04:48.58] Like an English rain
[04:53.47] So light, yet endless
[04:56.57] From a leaden sky
[05:16.91] The buildings are lost
[05:18.04] In their limitless rise
[05:22.53] My feet catch the pulse
[05:23.98] And the purposeful stride
[05:39.41] I feel the sense of possibilities
[05:44.95] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[05:53.59] The focus is sharp in the city
[07:27.23] Wide-angle watcher
[07:29.19] On life's ancient tales
[07:31.16] Steeped in the history of London
[07:35.76] Green and grey washes
[07:37.42] In a wispy white veil
[07:39.69] Mist in the streets of Westminster
[07:44.07] Wistful and weathered
[07:45.99] The pride still prevails
[07:47.62] Alive in the streets of the city
[08:32.00] Are they oblivious
[08:35.12] To this quality?
[08:38.60] A quality of light
[08:43.57] Unique to every city's streets.
[09:06.62] Pavements may teem
[09:07.74] With intense energy
[09:11.65] But the city is calm
[09:13.61] In this violent sea
[10:03.52] I feel the sense of possibilities
[10:09.15] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[10:17.11] The focus is sharp in the city
[10:24.65]
[03:40.28] Their faces closed tight
[03:41.85] An angular mass of New Yorkers
[03:46.29] Pacing in rhythm
[03:47.94] Race the oncoming night
[03:49.99] They chase through the streets of Manhattan
[03:54.67] Head-first humanity
[03:56.89] Pause at a light
[03:58.49] Then flow through the streets of the city
[04:42.70] They seem oblivious
[04:45.53] To a soft spring rain
[04:48.58] Like an English rain
[04:53.47] So light, yet endless
[04:56.57] From a leaden sky
[05:16.91] The buildings are lost
[05:18.04] In their limitless rise
[05:22.53] My feet catch the pulse
[05:23.98] And the purposeful stride
[05:39.41] I feel the sense of possibilities
[05:44.95] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[05:53.59] The focus is sharp in the city
[07:27.23] Wide-angle watcher
[07:29.19] On life's ancient tales
[07:31.16] Steeped in the history of London
[07:35.76] Green and grey washes
[07:37.42] In a wispy white veil
[07:39.69] Mist in the streets of Westminster
[07:44.07] Wistful and weathered
[07:45.99] The pride still prevails
[07:47.62] Alive in the streets of the city
[08:32.00] Are they oblivious
[08:35.12] To this quality?
[08:38.60] A quality of light
[08:43.57] Unique to every city's streets.
[09:06.62] Pavements may teem
[09:07.74] With intense energy
[09:11.65] But the city is calm
[09:13.61] In this violent sea
[10:03.52] I feel the sense of possibilities
[10:09.15] I feel the wrench of hard realities
[10:17.11] The focus is sharp in the city
[10:24.65]