the street's alive

we're not alone


our legs move like well-oiled gears

and i know we're never going home

there is a dwarf on the corner

with a cup in his hand

a black hat on his big head

he sings a little song and then the sky turns red



and just now

when i catch sight of you

in the burning sun

you strike me as mean-spirited



let the dwarf come out

let the old songs come

the scales tip back

and the arpeggiates can run

once i knew what to say to you

now the words will not come through

and i love you underneath a red sky

but for the life of me i couldn't say why



and just now

when i catch sight of you

in the burning sun

you strike me as mean-spirited

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