Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it’s sometimes wise just to shut your eyes Workers and lovers make their living space neat Bent out of shape over what to eat I dream of Eliot but I am discrete Cause its sometimes wise just to shut your eyes
How sure how right Can anyone be on sight? I said I had hope I lied
The city in winter, the sewage the steam You fill buildings with people And they rip at the seams And somebody’s suffering infected my dreams And don’t they know? It’s just my old soul
How sure how right Can anyone be on sight? I said I had hope I lied
So calm so wise Give him the Nobel prize He said he had hope He liedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
