I watch the snow fall on the streets,
Dead hearts are waking up, up to see.
The black eyes cross the grass,
Asleep on the bridge.
A man along the edge,
Drops away his pain.
Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them.
The photographs your father made back in 82,
All the while we stand here watching, pitying the fools.
Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them.
Paper houses, cutting corners.
All these houses, no-one wants them.
Glorified spectators,
Glorified.
Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them now.
All these houses, no-one wants them now.
Paper houses, cutting corners.
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