She pulls her coat closer to banish the cold As she watches the buses and cars Hides in a doorway away from the light Shrinks from the sounds of the cafes and bars There's a cold wind of discontent Can she feel it? Does she notice at all? On Ferensway there's on light For every lost soul
He crawls through the alleyway on bended knees Struggles afoot when he reaches the road He's hungry for anything that won't let him sleep Incase his dreams hold a more evil abode There's this snow of delusion Does he feel it? Does he notice at all? On Ferensway there's on light For every lost goal
The lights are a - beckoning come one and all! There're dreams to be lived here in streets paved with gold When you're down and you dig in despair Cold stone and smashed hopes are all you'll find there
