Standard bearers match to the tick of the clock
It`s a war against time when you`re fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong
In the heart of the city
The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction`s said
You love them and leave them with yesterday`s guilt
Everything`s on schedule in the empire that you built
In the heart of the city
You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you`re the only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds
In the heart of the city
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STEVE HACKETT lyrics