Meet me in the city of Empty People
I'll be the one in black, a red carnation in my buttonhole when the train bares you back
to me, my love, and always
The Empty People all wear grey and try to break monotony.
Hunchback figures, plain and sad meaning hid in ceremony
So, meet me in that grey toned city and in all our coloured rage and hope they hear us well to break free from their cage