Lyrics:

In all this chaos that surrounds our day-to -day life on the town
We manage to make sense of thing
And even reminiscent rhymes of choco covered happy times,
reminds us of our chat up lines.
Chocking on the things we said,
the things we could have done in bed.
We're sleeping all alone instead,
and manage to make sense of things
Eying up the over-classed,
the underpaid, the undes-pass, we manage...
Eying up the sexy smell of dancing girls,
but what the hell!!!
We manage to make sense of things!
I'm travelling by underground through veins that are dead
and the muted crowd is in a trance,
staring speechless ahead
It's the same old journey
caught between what's real and what's for show
and so our story goes...