'Mid the pause In the wreckage came The peculiar light Of a Saturday
Fictions form In the ghost of years But they fell apart As they always do
Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing
Father said Well there isn't much That you couldn't do WIth the right approach Every hour Is a cavalcade To be gazed upon As it slips away
Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing
Thought you'd found Everything you'd lost In the open arms Of a council paw All our hopes On this summer's day Is it boring you? Cause it's boring you
Seething limbs all stick together Where a firmer hand would serve you better Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving And a softer voice takes longer hearing A softer voice takes longer hearing