I guess it's true i'm never going To find someone like you You'll never pop out of my mind And all your dreams are made of ink I walk the streets but i am sick I'm looking for some eyes like yours That can shoot blood into my head That makes me blush and forces me to say Baby, let's make this city ours No one will care about empty bars And no complains about the weather Shine out, fair sun Let's find a boulevard With little shops and ragged cloths Whores on the doorstep on their call And somber men who offer more And if it's late and fingers rhyme We can hold hands and say goodbye I'm not afraid to fall in love But i see my shadow as i go Baby, let's make this city ours No one will care about empty bars And no complains about the weather Shine out, fair sun