The Smile
We run for the hills
We run like fools
Our city’s a-flame
The bells ringing
The bells ringing
Devastation has come
Left in a station with a note upon
and now there’s never any place
never any place to put my feet back down..
no there’s never any where
The scene is rolled away, lights are taken down
On a newspaper stand
Any feeble branch to put my weight upon
Will i lie to myself?
Anywhere i dare to put my feet back down...
Who’ll find a cab in the pouring rain?
Who’ll find a vein to put the needle in?
Who hears that voice like bells ringing?
And how will i know you?