'Mid the pause
In the wreckage came
The peculiar light
Of a Saturday
Fictions form
In the ghost of years
But they fell apart
As they always do
Seething limbs all stick together
Where a firmer hand would serve you better
Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving
And a softer voice takes longer hearing
Father said
Well there isn't much
That you couldn't do
WIth the right approach
Every hour
Is a cavalcade
To be gazed upon
As it slips away
Seething limbs all stick together
Where a firmer hand would serve you better
Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving
And a softer voice takes longer hearing
Thought you'd found
Everything you'd lost
In the open arms
Of a council paw
All our hopes
On this summer's day
Is it boring you?
Cause it's boring you
Seething limbs all stick together
Where a firmer hand would serve you better
Cause the streets you walk are unforgiving
And a softer voice takes longer hearing
A softer voice takes longer hearing
