We were always on our own-
We were seeing things breaking down for once, crossing fingers until it comes full circle
The shimmer of light or the blinding sun-
Now watch as we talk about how we acted
We were living in the streets then
Crossing the white and yellow lines
If only our hearts were as big as our imaginations, pulling bullets from our pockets
I was there when it all fell down
This play is the justification of what we hated, now we can see our d**hs or the opera
It's 68 it's 68- the year false hope died
You can see the fear-
It's the shadows on the wall...