There's a place as cold as conscience That's what I've heard men say Where statues drink like waterfalls To wash their sins away Their gaze is as hard as granite Their hearts'll refuse to bleed In the city that once held me In my hour of need I know these dark and winding streets They're coiled around my heart Where time and inclination meet And all our stories start And now I've no reason to cry Must be something in my eye 'Cos now I've no reason to cry Nights when we lost it laughing One thing was kind of clear No matter what you're looking for You wouldn't start from here My younger ghost is walking He kissed you against the wall I hear he looked a lot like me Would you know him now at all? You need these dark and winding streets Tight around your heart Where innocence and money meet And all our stories start And now I've no reason to cry Must be something in my eye 'Cos now I've no reason to cry Rain and hard religion Gifts of a northern youth We make a mess of tenderness We make you have the truth There are days when we're almost human Times when it's shout or bust The roughest kind of harmony We sing because we must Sing a song of winding streets Tight around our hearts Where falling and forgiveness meet And all our stories start And now I've no reason to cry No, there's no reason to cry Now I've no reason to cry Must be something in my eye