Clydesdale Circle from Drive Home by cranes are flying
Tracklist
| 3. | Clydesdale Circle | 5:39 |
Lyrics
we wore no masks, we wore no gloves
our fingers were messy, and fumes filled our lungs
the weight of the bag on my shoulders
the clatter it made when we'd run
from one place to another climbing
over walls and fences and hiding from lights
stay out of lights, stay out sight.
we wore no masks we wore no gloves.
everything before is ours; sticky and dripping
with slogan and monikers, makeshift personas
we're clawing and scraping and grasping for romance
we have no context, no credibility
and precious little anonymity
we wore no masks we wore no gloves.
everything before us is ours.
and in grim daylight - eyes diverted
our private grins on wine-stained mouths
we'd accomplished something, right?
we were saying something, right?
we'd stepped out into the cold
simply bursting to say something
"sit up and take notice of us"
