Eyeless in Holloway

There's a man at hand

There's a way between

With the sinking sand

And a crooked dream

And collared off at the modern age of nine

Summoned up for walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets

Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

Filled his boots

And he tipped his cap

And a root-de-toot

With the boss and that

And told a girl of the summer by the sea

Said to her would you like to go with me

Wind is turned

And a conker drops

And the signals changes

And the hard to soft

In with changes, always out with time

Nothing left but walking down the line

They lost eyes in old city streets

Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

Drag your loose nest through the den

And I come out less with sporting wear

Mould to fit than you'd be feeling now

She is "when" and he is always "how"

Then her sweetness and his sweeter scented

And her fury's swimming til the fury's mended

And lost in all might be to lost in time

What join the dots might be to walk the line

They lost eyes in old city streets

Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

They lost eyes in old city streets

Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

They lost eyes in old city streets

Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek