Outside kids are playing still
in the cold glow of a streetlight,
waging war on time
fiercely fighting night.
Snap and freezeframe to black
rewind my whole life back
to days gone by,
years long outta sight
I remember when
minutes were long
the future, my friend ...
seems a long time since then.
Thought it's good to be alive
nothing's the same now
since dreams I had died
along with my pride....
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Funny how this house
just isn't a home...
Fucked up, fucked with
left to fend on my own
down backstreets
and alleys
of a soul left alone....
tatters of skin
fragments of bone.
Outside all the kids
have packed up for the night
the streetlamp's burnt out,
now well past twilight...
Screen dorrs screech shut
down the neighborhood, but
the war's not lost, not quite.
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