If she could find me
Sit down beside me
Quietly ask how I am
I'd say
We've done bad things.
What we couldn't ruin
We stole.
If there was a church for us
We'd go
Maybe St Anthony's?
Say a little prayer.
I haven't had s** for weeks now
And you owe me money.
This street torn love
Will do the job
When threadbare clothes don't keep us warm.
It finds us in doorways and
Holes in walls
So we fall fall fall
Onto sheets
Onto floors
Down cracks in the pavement
Through rocks to the core.
We're an also ran
Second best
Silver medal
That B side you listened to just once.
This street torn love
Will do the job
When threadbare clothes don't keep us warm
It finds us in doorways and
Holes in walls