40 Street
Took a ride down to Forty Street
Where the ghosts are quiet and the leaves don't breathe
Took a drive down to lonely street
Where I was skinny and things don't eat
Told my friend I'd be back too soon
Well he shook his head and he pushed me through
The picket fence where the birds had chewed
And I fell right through
And I fell right through
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
Apples, sliced mashed with violet plums
Mixed together like romantic tension
Us together like nuclear fission
Split apart and rain on my sun
Day, Monday I'll be dead
Maggots make cities in our heads
We're gone but not forgotten
Release my corticotrophin
Hoping for an almost empty slate
But all we get is endings and loveless dates
Gone with the words in my empty brain
Empty the trash and fish it from the drain pipes
Like Irish merry men
Trying to get me on my feet again
Broken glass and wine on the bed
Don't regret a thing that I said
Put a target right on my head
Yeah I know you want me back
Seven years yeah I've been numb
The empty shell of a person
Changing pace but I'd rather run
I'd rather run
Forty street yeah that's where I met you
Can't wait till the day I forget you
Forty street yeah that's where we'll end
That's where we'll end
Took a ride down to Forty Street
Where the ghosts are quiet and the leaves don't breathe
My brother's dancing around with me
As he looks from the earth at me with glee
Told my pa I won't be here soon
Told my ma I'll miss her too
Then I grabbed his hand and he pulled me through
And I whispered too
And I whispered too
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
Where the ghosts are quiet and the leaves don't breathe
Took a drive down to lonely street
Where I was skinny and things don't eat
Told my friend I'd be back too soon
Well he shook his head and he pushed me through
The picket fence where the birds had chewed
And I fell right through
And I fell right through
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
Apples, sliced mashed with violet plums
Mixed together like romantic tension
Us together like nuclear fission
Split apart and rain on my sun
Day, Monday I'll be dead
Maggots make cities in our heads
We're gone but not forgotten
Release my corticotrophin
Hoping for an almost empty slate
But all we get is endings and loveless dates
Gone with the words in my empty brain
Empty the trash and fish it from the drain pipes
Like Irish merry men
Trying to get me on my feet again
Broken glass and wine on the bed
Don't regret a thing that I said
Put a target right on my head
Yeah I know you want me back
Seven years yeah I've been numb
The empty shell of a person
Changing pace but I'd rather run
I'd rather run
Forty street yeah that's where I met you
Can't wait till the day I forget you
Forty street yeah that's where we'll end
That's where we'll end
Took a ride down to Forty Street
Where the ghosts are quiet and the leaves don't breathe
My brother's dancing around with me
As he looks from the earth at me with glee
Told my pa I won't be here soon
Told my ma I'll miss her too
Then I grabbed his hand and he pulled me through
And I whispered too
And I whispered too
You don't know me I am broken glass
No one looks and no one asks
You don't know me I am aging fast
For my body wants to and my brain looks past
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Writer(s): Carlo Darwent
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