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Eyes would probably like this one - reminds me of his city names
Dawn is breaking in the graveyard
Remember looking at the haunted race bowed down to the storm?
Remember searching for a familiar face with no one there
to mourn?
Staring eyes, silent screams
Plastic tubes to carry fading dreams.
Preacher servant in the hall
Warm blood on the Palace wall.
Those who dine alone in hell
Wearing grief in their lapel
Drop small change in wishing wells
The haunted tears that never fell.
Someone's dragging a ball and chain
Looking for you in the pouring rain
While those who care give silent prayer for lovers going home.
If there was a brickwork surrounding the New York dream
If there were secrets locked in steel
If there was a button you could press on the luck machine
If there was a place for wounds to heal.
If you were born in the barbed wire of your mother's womb
If you were hungry before you died.
If you said you left your bath all clean and white
You know I'd know you lied.
Remember the poet who said it first
He was speaking of you and your difficult birth
How you care and say your prayers for lovers going home.
Drinking from an empty cup
Waiting for a rock to grow
Whispered sounds that can't be heard
And no one knows.
Children who don't mind the rain
Yet have no wish to die
Whatever you are, were, or could've been
You'd feel better if you could cry.
People massing in the street
Trampled heads beneath their feet
Children playing with the dead
Silver spoon stained with red.
Watching through a widow's veil
As Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail.
You sit all alone in your front row seat
You look so small and frail.
You're mud on the feet of the men you damn
You're darkness come too soon.
You should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
A masterpiece in ruin.
You're pantomime of old world courtesy
You should have a degree for harlotry
You should be incarcerated in an apartment tower
With no technology!
Did you ever listen to the pole opposed to you?
Did you ever stop to ask?
Did you ever smile to hide your wasted face?
Did you ever lift your mask?
Did you ever walk with your feet on fire?
Did you ever take your place in line?
Did you know you look like you belong
Where wrong is right and right is wrong?
Did you really think that you'd be left
When war is life and life is death?
Dawn is breaking in the graveyard
Remember looking at the haunted race bowed down to the storm?
Remember searching for a familiar face with no one there
to mourn?
Staring eyes, silent screams
Plastic tubes to carry fading dreams.
Preacher servant in the hall
Warm blood on the Palace wall.
Those who dine alone in hell
Wearing grief in their lapel
Drop small change in wishing wells
The haunted tears that never fell.
Someone's dragging a ball and chain
Looking for you in the pouring rain
While those who care give silent prayer for lovers going home.
If there was a brickwork surrounding the New York dream
If there were secrets locked in steel
If there was a button you could press on the luck machine
If there was a place for wounds to heal.
If you were born in the barbed wire of your mother's womb
If you were hungry before you died.
If you said you left your bath all clean and white
You know I'd know you lied.
Remember the poet who said it first
He was speaking of you and your difficult birth
How you care and say your prayers for lovers going home.
Drinking from an empty cup
Waiting for a rock to grow
Whispered sounds that can't be heard
And no one knows.
Children who don't mind the rain
Yet have no wish to die
Whatever you are, were, or could've been
You'd feel better if you could cry.
People massing in the street
Trampled heads beneath their feet
Children playing with the dead
Silver spoon stained with red.
Watching through a widow's veil
As Caesar desecrates the Holy Grail.
You sit all alone in your front row seat
You look so small and frail.
You're mud on the feet of the men you damn
You're darkness come too soon.
You should be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs
A masterpiece in ruin.
You're pantomime of old world courtesy
You should have a degree for harlotry
You should be incarcerated in an apartment tower
With no technology!
Did you ever listen to the pole opposed to you?
Did you ever stop to ask?
Did you ever smile to hide your wasted face?
Did you ever lift your mask?
Did you ever walk with your feet on fire?
Did you ever take your place in line?
Did you know you look like you belong
Where wrong is right and right is wrong?
Did you really think that you'd be left
When war is life and life is death?
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