Speech Bubbles (Live at Montreux Jazz Festival)

We run for the hills We run like fools A city is aflame The bells ringing The bells ringing Devastation has come Left in a station with a note upon Now, there's never anywhere The scene is rolled away and lights are taken down On a newspaper stand Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down I lie to myself Anywhere I dare to put my feet back down Who'll find a cab In the pouring rain? Who'll find a vein To put the needle in? Who hears that voice? It's like bells ringing How will I know you? How will I know you? How will I know you? (Merci)