Lionmouth Door Knocker
(专辑: Let Them Eat Chaos - 2016)
At any given moment In the
middle of a
city There's a
million epiphanies occurring And the
blurring of the
world beyond the
curtain And the
world within the
person There's a
quiver in the
litter In the
alleyway, he's singing People meet by chance Fall in love, drift apart again Underaged drinkers walk the
park And watch the
dark descend The
workers watch the
clocks Fiddle with their Parker pens While the
grandmothers Haggle with the
market men Here, where the
kids play and laugh until they fall apart As kiss chase and dancing 'til it's mistakes and darkened rooms Too fast, too soon Too slow, too long Move around all day But we can't move on Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? Overflowing plant pots Fence posts Decorated door numbers Motor black beneath a
tarp Beaten up Punto Goal posts, painted on that green garage door There's a
rainbow on that wheelie bin There's stickers in that window Smart flats, rough flats Can't-get-enough-cat flats you know Seventeen cat flats Rich flats, broke flats New flats, old flats Luxury bespoke flats And 'this has got to be a
joke' flats Pensioners, toddlers Immigrants and Englishmen Families of six kids Single business woman Look, everybody's here trying to make or scrape a
living A
fox freezes on the
alley wall and stands still sniffing Bare branches sway in the
front garden The
lionmouth door knocker flaps in the
breeze Street lights glint on the
'beware of the
dog' signs The
beer cans and crisp packets dance with the
dead leaves It's 04:18 AM At this very moment, on this very street Seven different people in seven different flats Are wide awake, they can't sleep Now, of all these people, in all these houses Only these seven are awake And they shiver in the
middle of the
night Counting their sheepish mistakes Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? We start on the
corner With our backs against the
wall Next to the
old phone box Where the
tramp leaves his bedding The
road runs ahead of you Houses and flats either side, walk down Go past the
yard with the
caravans There, behind the
hedges