Wandering, aimless, waiting For the crowds to come out And greet the night with madness And every little thing here is glistening The underground is calling me And there are patterns in the message But are they listening And there's no sun in electric city There's no love in the glimmer of uptown There's no sun in electric city But the lights here they never go down The city speaks, a heart caught beating The air alive, with a pulse repeating Indistinct, ill-defined Uncontrolled, unconfined Hollow, desolate, waiting For the figures in the dark To fill the streets with laughter And every little thing here is glistening The underground is calling me And there are patterns in the message But are they listening I'm still awake whilst the world is asleep I'm still awake whilst the world is sleeping