Black cabs, snapping at the heels of the ladies Brushing windswept hair and scarves waving Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny Please give what you can A penny if you have any
Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand Drag at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband Schoolboys 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 limbo Oh, me oh my I always find myself on this road
A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet Saturday night, Bold Street's caked in its own vomit Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
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 eye This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry
Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are Like a diamond in the sky Will I make it out alive
Oh, will I be lost in twilight limbo Oh, me oh my I always find myself on this road
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