Street Scenes from My Heart
I’m leaning on a lamp post
listening to the Russian violin
Old Arbat Moscow ’92
new sensations rushing in
I’m talking to a man from Azerbaijan
about nothing in particular
wondering what makes me me, him him
and us individular
I could show you
shadows from afar
right now what I prefer is
street scenes from my heart
Beautiful dark-haired girls
singing ‘Suicide Blonde’
thinking about the future
and what side they’ll be on
well I seen this once
and I seen it twice
and the third time I seen it
it wasn’t very nice
I could show you
shadows from afar
right now what I prefer is
street scenes from my heart
And if you don’t hear
you’re not listening
and if you don’t understand
I don’t care
You might have changed your trousers
and changed your shoes
and gone down town
cut your hair
you read a paper
and you sit in a cafe
wondering about it all
and if it’ll all just go away
I could show you
shadows from afar
right now what I prefer is
street scenes from my heart
I’m leaning on a bus stop
listening to the Laverys’ din
Bradbury Place spring ’93
all these old sensations rushing back on in
and I’m talking to a lad from Craigavad
about nothing in particular
wondering what makes me me
and him him
us all individular
I could show you
shadows from afar
but right now what I prefer is
street scenes from my heart...
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