A Street Scene

I'm sure you can make it

Flip side while nothing changes

I run past your street, deserted

Fading light on your fading face

Incision carved out

No traces of doubt

I can't extract the truth

You know it

But what you give, you get

While this place spins

Like a heavy doorway

But you've seen it all

Pretence, rip this town

You turn my world upside down

Incision carved out

No traces of doubt

I can't extract the truth

You know it

But what you give, you get

While this place spins

Like a heavy doorway

Gather it around

You built it up

So tear it down