The lights of Vancouver shimmer across false creek
Bouncing from the cloud cover to water and back again
Even in the dead of night the city is alive and vibrating
Singing its song of humming skytrains and police sirens
The flicker of bus lightening lights the damp streets
The city is born anew in the damp drizzle
yesterdays sins washed clean, ready for more
under the watchful eye of the twin peaks
Bouncing from the cloud cover to water and back again
Even in the dead of night the city is alive and vibrating
Singing its song of humming skytrains and police sirens
The flicker of bus lightening lights the damp streets
The city is born anew in the damp drizzle
yesterdays sins washed clean, ready for more
under the watchful eye of the twin peaks
