I could say one thing, and you would say three Just to be different, naturally I could be talking but you just shout Anything from your mouth just to drown me out
I could be tired but you wanna go out Though nothing is open, go figure it out I could stay private but you want the fame Level headed judges would declare you insane These streets feel different to me
Talk of the town, talk of the town Word is spreading around, we're the talk of the town Talk of the town
If I was cremated, you'd turn in your grave If I stood still you'd start a Mexican wave If I said yesterday, you'd say today Psychiatric doctors would lock you away These streets feel different to me
Talk of the town, talk of the town Word is spreading around, we're the talk of the town Bring back the romance to these streets
I left the moment open, I lost all my momentum Seems easier to let things be, let things be Talk of the town
Talk of the town Talk of the town
Compositores: Paul Banks, Richard James Witter, Robert Maxfield, Thomas Peter Gladwin, Timothy James Wills