Volatile Street

Another autumn is the city of greed

Another solitary season in great need

You know it's time to leave but where?

Pass a school, kids on a break

You want to play too but it's all fake

Just a substitute for what you really crave

Your pillow's covered with make-up tears

Noone has been here for many years

Except a wishfull thought resting violently

Every day, waking up brand new

Until another bullet goes through you

Squeeze my hand if you can hear me