Invisible City - 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 learns how to improvise 
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight 
Cheaper 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 
The imitation of good faith 
Is how you stumble upon hate 
It may have been the first of mistakes 
When we held on too loosely 
Then opened the gates 


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 I try not to tell lies 
But there's pressures from inside 
So I've learned how to compromise 
Good people for alibis 


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