Broken free...almost   Prettier than that butterfly i watch you head off through this night sky   The thought of you lingers like the smoke that’s drifting from my fingers   While I sit, i see, there’s a tree outside my room   My face reflected in the pain of this moon   Outside the cold rain cleanses my soul,    Whole, the distance between the rooms of my thoughts of us all   Sitting in that room sometimes i get to thinking about myself   Love, where does it come from?   For days on end i would plead to the moon   Where can i find someone to strip my flesh back bare to where the word begins,    Strip my flesh back bare to the wind that violates my skin      Washing away, under the sun, I vanish in the street heat   Melting on tar, lost in a wave of cut-throat urban values   Looking for some, getting too few, breathing fumes and pipe-dreams   Sliding, Holding...      We’re up to our necks in it   We’re up to our necks in it      Walking the streets of this big shitty gritty city   On a day when i feel like I’m living too close to the big electric light bulb in the sky   Shy, the rats with wings mingle about my feet   When i come to meet a man, a forsaken man   He is alone, he has no home, no family here   No brother, no mother, no sister, no other   He cries to me, he is tired   Where does he send his message?    To what, to whom, to why, to where does he send it?   What force is going to mend it?   If we wished we could help this man and our backs would not break   But hypocrisy only leaves us constantly bended   He wishes to end it      The progress that eats the soul of the past   Demolished, lost and rebuilt   Dehumanised, regimented   When nine-to-five’s the doctrine   Give me the sky red behind the grey   Buildings framed in a sunset   I’m Sliding, holding x2      We’re up to our necks in it   We’re up to our necks in it