
Date of issue: 06.12.1997
Song language: English
Fallow |
Wait until the day says it’s closing |
And public is put away |
Write by the light of a pay phone |
Your list of «I meant to say» |
Like «Winter comes too soon» |
Or «Radiators hum out of tune» |
Out under the Disraeli |
With rusty train track ties |
We’ll carve new streets and sidewalks |
A city for small lives |
And say that we’ll stay for one more year |
Wait near the end of September |
Wait for some stars to show |
Try so hard not to remember |
What all empty playgrounds know |
That sympathy is cruel |
Reluctant jester or simpering fool |
But six feet off the highway |
Our bare legs stung with wheat |
We’ll dig a hole and bury |
All we could not defeat |
And say that we’ll stay for one more year |
Bend to tie a shoelace |
Or bend against your fear |
And say that you’ll stay for one more year |
With so much left to seek |
The lease runs out next week |