Bold Street

Black cabs, snapping at the heels of the ladies
Rushing, windswept hair and scarves waving
Big issue man threw a salvation by a penny
"Please give what you can. A penny if you have any"
Coffee aromas swimming past the friut stand
Drag at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband
School boys are mean but who knows what they're hiding
Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in
Oh will I
Be lost in twilight limbo
Oh me oh oh my
i always find myself on this road
A fake american diner plays me Mr. Mustard
But Orpheus is really an old accordian busker
The Mayor recites a Shakespearian sonnet
Saturday night both feet's caked in it's own vomit
Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars
She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star
All slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eyes
This dark angel landed and obviously missed the war cry
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Like a diamond in the sky
Will I make it out alive
Or will I
Be lost in twilight limbo
Oh me oh oh my
I always find myself on this road
Or will I
Be lost in twilight limbo
Oh me oh oh my
I always find myself on this road