Purlieu Blues.

Eyes up, seeking for to permeate the haze
Can you feel me rumbling in the clouds?
Have you lost control, will the distance kill the woe?

Seem's like the answer's in the cold, effervescing
Up throught the fissures in your lone dormitory window
To chill your cheek and nose.

Beneath gray skies, silhouettes and rows of stumbling blocks
Pave the path that pushes at your feet.
People, pigeon-toed line the streets in Sunday clothes

And shuffle through the gates of the unknown, and there you'll see me
Citing all the loopholes in your old promissory note
And your dowry has been sold.

But still you claim the world is based on opinions
Tracing your tangled hair to the knots inside your head
Although opinions make us of some importance, you know
When the pressure's on, you've a tendency not to show.