Atlanta Vacant Lot

You can feel the city breathe down

Among the weeds that swallow up the

Buckle the shoe, the set of keys

The weeds that push and pull me

And loosen memories of when I was a

Soldier or a beast beneath a tree

A beast beneath a tree

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

Time has broken like a watch

Whose hands are running wild

Caught in static find rewind

A thing I recognise

The hands that saw the trembling night

The bile that burns and boils inside

They lift me up with devil's pride

Then cast me down and crack me wide

I'm taken down, I'm swallowed whole

I'm powdered, crushed, exhaled

I'm the picture on the mantle

I'm the ship that never sailed

I'm the jet above the valley

I'm the drifting vapour trail

I'm the crazy on the corner

Shouting: Beauty shop and nails.

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

All the sweet faces I remember in the rain

All the sweet faces that searched for me in vain

I never saw their furrowed brows

Never felt their pain

But I know all those sweet faces

Will come to me again

I know all those sweet faces

Will come to me again

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

Can you see me? Can you see me?

Can you see me? From here?

I'm the picture on the mantle

I'm the ship that never sailed

I'm the jet above the valley

I'm the drifting vapour trail

I'm the crazy on the corner

Shouting: Beauty shop and nails.