Bright City - Miller Anderson

Bright city, you’ve got the best of me

Forced changes as the seasons quickly turn

I ask for nothing and get that in return

Bright city, let your fires burn

Our feelings are set aside to meet our greed

We’re searching for something that we don’t really need

I ask for nothing and get that in return

Bright city, let your fires burn

Bright city, far from the cold winds of the north

No moonlight playing sadly 'cross the loch

I ask for nothing and get that in return

Bright city, let me see me you burn