Bucharest

My city dies, city dies, city dies And I waste myself, waste myself, waste myself It's a desert, it's a desert, it's a desert And I go down to, go down to, go down to Bucharest, Bucharest, Bucharest Bucharest, Bucharest, Bucharest Bucharest, Buchares

To my knowledge there's nobody in this town But I see your face and hair shinning like gold You walked up to me and told me to sit down You bring me food as I walk into your home "What are you doing here?" She asked in Romanian I didn't know how