The Golden Years

It's not like it's a matter of life or death
You've not run out of love yet, there is plenty left
In this city I know
In this city I call my home

It's not like it's a matter of life or death
You've not run out of love yet, there is plenty left
In this city I know
In this city I call my home
In this city I know
In this city I call my home