Found wandering the back alley like doorstep vagabond
this man's thoughts are familiar
Why are you here? (why are you here)
(humming)
''How many times have I seen
the rise and fall of the skyline,
a broken ecg of this city.''
Can’t say I ever expected this,
the hiss of street vents,
my memory’s gone foggy,
bending sleep by daylight.
i know the cold of a new yorkers face
at midnight.
I’ve been waiting for things to change
for longer than my hands
have held the promise of asking.
(humming)
We're back to this woman,
she keeps saying
Hush hush its warm here,
emptiness sounds peaceful when its broken
This house has heard the fire place
die every night for ages
Sweltering fingertips,
I can’t bring myself to leave it.
Alone
I know someone who needs a home
more than I do
Feel selfish for not being grateful,
the snow outside is teasing me
i thinks its time i go for a walk
let the sharp air shake me up
i need to wake up,
oooh, its cold out here.
(humming)
now back to this man's thoughts
the street signs wont lead me to where i want to be
torn map, moist gloves,
the park has seen smiles
warmer than mine has been in ages.
i need to warm up
i need to warm up.
There they are.
There they are...
back to this woman she keeps saying
ooh, its cold,
its strange, how its beautiful
these children keep playing,
this bench, is inhabited.
i wonder, were i to live here
this man, smells of perspiration,
attempt, and beer.
i wonder if he sees the children.
oooh, its cold out here,
and back to this man's thoughts
There they are, thinking that snow balls are magic
that their mothers are perfect
there they are and this woman next to me
she looks like desire and heartache
wouldnt want to be,
this woman next to me
looks like desire and heartache
these children are beautiful
the woman keeps saying
these children are beautiful
this man keeps thinking
these children are beautiful
it is so cold in the winter,
she keeps saying
these children, are beautiful.
Those children look
like they don’t know how cold the snow is.
