It’s the flicker of the street lamp that’s running out of time
It’s the clicking of the rails on the forgotten railway line
It’s the echo of the sirens around the tenements and lots
It’s the prayer of the mother whispering at her cot
It's the wind that rises from the river
Black and twisted throw
It's the station of the cross
It's all that's left of all that was
It's the city calling out to the lonely and the lost
You were the one who saw beyond
The skin stretchеd tight across the bone
You saw wherе this fucked up thing
Was going to
All the things I cannot hold
In this body full of holes
Fell away across the road
And scattered
Nothing seems the way it seemed
In our mini market dreams
When all we ever had to be
Was beautiful and weird
Beautiful and weird
God made you and God made me
But only one deserves to be
Doesn't take the world to work it out
Keep the pedal to the floor
Deepest night the engines roar
Headed for a place I've never been before
Nothing seems the way it seemed
In our mini market dreams
When all we ever had to be
Was beautiful and weird
Beautiful and weird
God made you
God made me
Beautiful and weird
God made you
God made me
Beautiful and weird
God made you
God made me
Beautiful and weird
God made you
God made me
Beautiful and weird
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