The Accidentals - Sixth Street lyrics

Sixth Street There's too much noise on Sixth Street Like a brick in a washing machine And the alleys look like bed sheets Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine The tangerines and coffee The sweetest taste could always drive you up a wall If hunger is a freight train Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl I've made a comeback in a time Enforced to memorize the lines Upon the pavement and the page, Behind the scenes and on the stage Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Let the sun slide down the porcelain Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky Let it hang for the homeless man The polished shoes paid by smokes of pa**erby You'll all just turn into suburban fathers Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette Why have a broken heart-to-heart When I could always come at you hand-to-hand We hold our jackets at the sleeves One hand gives while one receives And though the warmth spreads underneath The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today The raven's on the telephone Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire Look upon those avine militants Touching shoulders, like a feathered gothic choir Even in the depths of winter Those frigid splinters can't withstand the warmth we hold The warpath to destruction Is paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold So knock my cards to the station floor And watch me eye the closest door You've earned a place in memory The price you pay for cruelty Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Credits