The Temper Trap - Trembling Hands

Treading the ground I once used to know People are strangers The same as before The streets look familiar I remember the park Where I buried my head So deep in my hands All around me was dark This here city Is for the lonely ones You won't find no angels Selling maps to the lost This here place Is too small for two It took one to realise When dreaming's this hard It's not meant to come true So throw me a line Somebody out there help me I'm on my own I'm on my o...