On the Streets

I was on the streets
Lost in a body of souls
With my little hand drum
I would not be out sung
I'd have killed if not for my heart
Flames nurtured from a little spark

One day the fire, it went out
Oxford Street survived the great assault
Now my drive is as thin
As the artificial skin
As you press your body against mine
This world is burning but your eyes shine brighter

You smile and you say
That I'm better, I'm smoother this way
And the cotton smells of you
My world is this view

And when they finally say
That we're coming to the end, my dear
I won't strike up the beat
I won't join the thunder of feet
I'll just squeeze your hand and I will smile
Tomorrow everything will be just fine



Credits
Writer(s): Pierce Joyce
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