Hide your face in the dark
Here nobody has a mouth
Streets are echoes
Of the past
We play our part
We are still making our way
Through the months
Through the days
Through the myths and
Through discovery
Burning through the Greek alphabet

Hide your face in the dark
Here nobody has a mouth
Streets are echoes
Of the past
We play our part
We are still making our way
Through the months
Through the days
Through the myths and
Through discovery
Burning through the Greek alphabet

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot