black cats snapping at the heels of the ladies rushin', windswept hair and scarves wavin' big issue man through a salvation by a penny "please give what you can. a penny if you have any"
coffee aromas swimming past the friut stand drag at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband school boys are mean but who knows what they're hiding time washes clean the masks in which we cry in
oh will i be lost in twilight. never oh me oh oh my i always find myself on this road
a fake american diner plays mean mister mustard but orpheus is really an old accordian busker the mayor recites a shakespearian sonnet saturday night bold street's caked in it's own vomit
burberry check, curbside sex and police cars she cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star all slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eyes this dark angel landed and obviously missed the war cry
twinkle twinkle little star how i wonder what you are like a diamond in the sky will i make it out alive
or will i be lost in twlight. never oh me oh oh my i always find myself on this road (х2)