Invisible City The Wallflowers

Lookin' back at the crash site
I don't see me by the roadside
Well this heart is on wheels tonight
Straight through the ghettos and without lights

Now every heart has a blind side
Where it knows how to improvise
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight
Cheap lovers make expensive wives

But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down

This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard

Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
They've come to my door
With one dozen roses