Hunting spires And an audience in the house of God Such strange times Pull me from my knees, genuflect and leave Braving the weather, evading the stares Save it for someone who cares
City life In the glory of pink communal skies Jostled bones Hanging dying air breathed a million times Down through the marching of beggars and heirs Save it for someone who cares
We are the cats in the flea-bitten fold We will collapse with the weight of it all Should we attack Or be caught unawares Save it for someone who cares
We get by Swimming with the taste of the now and then As we tire All our problems we will relive again Echoes of violence, and office affairs Save it for someone who cares
