Smoke from a cigarette stings my eyes
Shadows are jumping
There's a candle behind me
It rains in the street
A thousand obscenities (obscene everydayness)
I don't like this kind of shiver
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
Like a bird in a bamboo cage
Taking off with nowhere to fly
I scream and tear at faces
In your sleep
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
Twisting my hair around a finger
Staring through the spider's web across my door
The people next door are feeding back
I can't listen anymore
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again
A diary lies open
Revealing secrets to the ceiling
A spider is reading
Loses interest and spins, spins, spins...
I'm not going to walk these dark streets again