Hunting spires and an audience in a house of God
Such strange times pull me from my knees, genuflect and leave
Braving the weather, evading the stares
Save it for someone who cares
City life in the glory of pink communal skies
Jostled bones hang in dying air breathed a million times
Down through the marching of beggars and heirs
Save it for someone who cares
We are the cats in the flea-bitten folds (flea-bitten folds)
We will collapse with the weight of it all (weight of it all)
Should we attack or be caught unawares? (Caught unawares)
Save it for someone who cares
We get by swilling with the taste of the now and then
As we type all our problems, we will relive again
Echoes of violence and office affairs
Save it for someone who cares
