Intro (x3) verse 1 Twilight makes it's entrance to a damp and dusky day Working time is over and the kids go home from play Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound Break verse 2 Huge gargantuan tunnels, carved by the hand of man Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again While above them in the street, everything's a different pace The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race? Solo (x2) verse 3 On into the night, winter sheds it's gloomy light Pedestrians and vehicles in a never-ending fight Yes, this is the street where everything's a different pace The gun's been fired already - who is going to win the race? Outro (x4)