Jon Langford
King Arthur
Blue mist rolled through cans and weedThe street lamps lit empy rail yardsIn the shadows a man hidHis eyes as cold as the graveHis mind was filled with memories Of friends long gone byThe vans roared around himIn the spotlight he criedNoone ever says good bye these daysWe're all too busy running scaredWith eyes of broken ice I watched you goWe're falling like leaves from the treeScatttered all over from Newport to LeedsPeople hiding people like beesTalking of unity crippled by fateDivided and lonely too weak and too lateAcross Treaty Square the lights burn lateThey're working overtime in the cells tonightAway down the streets as empty as a voteSouth of the river down in the podNoone ever says
From Letras Mania