Single File

Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies

Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in people’s daily lives

You elevate to earn yourself the status

Then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file

Hard to come to terms with how they do it

When the streets are lined with houses you can’t live in

Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings

In front of scrolling numbers on computer screens

All her friends stay logged into the system

In fear of what would go down if they tried to hide

Hard to come to terms with how they do it

When the air is formed of things that you can’t breathe in

Scan the streets in search of something better

I’ve been here since I can remember

Hard to come to terms with all the consequence at stake to stay there

She’d lie awake for hours dreaming up a better place, where maybe

Hard to come to terms with all the effort that it takes, to stay here

She’d lie awake for hours thinking of another way

My Lady, you’re gone. It's done

My mind is racing but I can’t feel my head

This world an island, isolated conscience buried in the sand. Sleeping

The blurry memories they come as they go, so hard to focus when The City watches everything you do and stops you from dreaming

I’m leaving

Soon