As The Trams Are Walking By

Number, blue color
Means so much to someone
Tracks are slacked
But we just don't care

On the street
Going somewhere, it doesn't matter
You can hear screaming
The boy's leaving
Apartment 205

Poor ones are struggling for survival
As we're buying an apple
We don't look back
We don't see that

If there is any exception
It's really rare
Cause they don't dare
To tell they care

If we could just see through another eyes
It would be so much better
But we're blinded by ourselves

As the trams are walking by
We're living our lives