Field Music
A Prelude To Pilgrim Street
As the skies roll on above youThe walls are overcastThey lose their friendly shadowsAnd look beyond themselves at lastThrough greasy streets, starved of sunAccepting the following queuesSearching for companionCounter-pointed to the fugueAnd they wait there for a reactionAs the mist curls round the doorsThey're trying to bring attention toWhat was always there beforeIf they needed a reminderAs their eyes glaze unimpressedThat if nobody sees the worstA prelude is good enough
From Letras Mania