Lyrics
gazing out through cold prison bars,
over an idea starved cruel town,
birds pirohuette through smoke rings of death,
the 9am crowd keep their eyes to the ground,
a peeking postman previews todays mail,
a roadsweep alchy cuts through yesterdays dreams,
school bells ring, retired choirs sing, while
the wise and the rich board trains to treasures green,
midday rains overcome market street drains,
but not local ignorance or foreign blood stains,
festive police lights draw few passing cares, the
priests love their pulpits, but have forsaken their chairs,
roadworks dust winds up coffee shop queues,
scores of shoppers transact nothing new,
shadows stretch over suburban sores, a
thousand lies spill onto rush hour roads,
golden cityscape, turns my heart blue,
and my eyes dull red, under the rainbows grey hue,
strange silver structures, that we break our lives round,
so many empty castles, on lost lonesome green hills,
cruise ships do not wonder, beyond the wild amethyst shores,
and were all still hunters, spearing every worthwhile life affirming cause,
dark is societies preferred light,
where illusions form reckless dancing storms,
favourite distractions then taxi for two,
our troubled existence feels fine for a while,
river reflects drunken pre-dawn thoughts,
time echoes distress duels and demise,
smog hides our headstones in ice plains above, as
the soft east sparkles, a new diamond day to mine,
prison walls fall to adventures beat,
the scene closed in i chose with my feet,
miseries and missing parts blight every face,
as i skip town, for more colour soaked terrains,
golden cityscape, turns my heart blue,
and my eyes dull red, under the rainbows grey hue,
strange silver structures, that we break our lives round,
so many empty castles, on lost lonesome green hills,
cruise ships do not wonder, beyond the wild amethyst shores,
and were all still hunters, spearing every worthwhile life affirming cause,
painting by numbers, to try to find a grander design,
but the numbers dont add up, only cloud your ever failing sight,
and now your immobile, a monument to warn the shifting tides,
and the beaches are burning, the sun is turning frightfully white,
every breath, and every death,
this blessed earth, overwhelmed,
with the colours of the heavens,
and with the shades of our souls,
and theres the truth, upon which every question flows,
the truth it goes...
