Counting cracks on Essex Street Didn't see them coming for me Darted from the ATM and swore "If I could make it to the dollar store I could play it cool For ten minutes" Let them retreat To dark and dusty corners of our street
Mr. Kim receives me with a smile I duck behind the contraception aisle Our friends file in and ask if I'm around One guy shoplifts a candy bar And spits on the ground Neon hums a harmony Fluorescent buzz sings me sweet Condolences for gray hairs earned in cold, low light Walking home from your house late at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
