Kui Lennox laulab: "Neons, and cigarettes, the rented rooms and rented cars. The crow-ded streets, the empty bars. Chimneytops, the trumpets. The golden lights, the loving prayers. Colored shoes, the empty trains, I'm ti-red of crying on the stairs. The do-wn-to-wn lights", siis tuleb mulle Linn meelde ja ma tunnen kuivõrd mitte-elu? on see, mis on praegu siin.