I had that rotten feeling, that I was trapped
So far off of the map, that there is no map
In the city of hate, in the city of masks
Lost, in a daze, trying to find my way back
Then she held the lantern up
The moon in the sky above
She led me down the path to the city of love
I was a stray cat. I was a missing glove
It's so nice to be back in the city
In the city of love
The city is a chameleon
It'll change the color of its skin
Depending on the shape that you are in
Downtown by the depot, someone left an old armchair
It must have looked inviting,cos' I woke up sitting there
Staring at the icy water, and the birds on the peer
A boat had come in from Cuba
I could smell the sugar in the air
Then she held the lantern up
The moon in the sky above
She led me down the path to the city of love
I was a stray cat,I was a missing glove
It's so nice to be back in the city
In the city of love
The city is a chameleon
It'll change the color of its skin
Depending on the shape that you are in