Walk me through the city
Show me what I’m missing.
Take me to the high streets
Where the rats crawl under your feet.
The ghost of this town speak there whispers
While the very air gives them blisters.
Tuck your fingers around your body
Pray you’re not somebody
From here.
See your blurred reflection in the skyscrapers
Look at the sand stone churches from the ages.
Smell the sick perfumes
What have you got to lose?
Sit on the city steps
With a cigarette in one hand and your fear in the next.
And just pray you’re not somebody
From here.
