Lyrics

Black cap, snapping at the heels of the ladies Rushing, windswept hair and scarves waving Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny Please give what you can A penny if you have any Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand Trag(?) at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband Schoolboys are mean, but who knows what they're hiding Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold Oh, me oh my I always find myself on this road A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet Saturday night, both feet caked in its own vomit Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star All slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eye This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry Twinkle, twinkle little star How I wonder what you are Like a diamond in the sky Will I work it out alive Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold Oh, me oh my I always find myself on this road Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold Oh, me oh my I always find myself on this road