Wet wind on the sidewalk, I'm starin' at the rain
Walkin'
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
I'm not intending
Small child messing down, messing down
In the streets of Bombay
Cities
Desert candle in a tented space
Throwing softer shadows on a
Glued to the kerbstone, staring
Frozen at the stopsign too
See that
Rare and precious chain
Do I have to tell you, tell
Words get written, words get twisted
Old meanings move in the
Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
And bends to kiss
She peeled from a stretch black snake
Which slipped up to
Wake hard in the morning, see the young girl milking
Stream
A walk on the quiet side late in the day
Don't