Shadows frame the faces of the scene
Between cracking pavements come shoots of green
Life gets sprung from all that
Which is dying.
Delawares could whisper to the land
Standing there beneath their ancient trees.
But the breeze with which they spoke
Got caught by sailboats.
William Penn he saw the future clear -
Pave the woods in perfect squares
While the Fishies swim in beer.
Floating arctic splashing down Sepviva.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
Some washed ashore, others are in the ground.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
No matter how you change,
You can still keep your name.
Dragging metal pieces down the street
Tremors of the night are gathering steam
But beneath the ground the dirt still looks the same.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
Sounds of the street are gently humming.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
No matter how you change
You can still keep your name.
The shad's gone the saw of the Swede.
Tailpipes bleed
Their raucous noise
But listen close
The land still has its voice.
Between cracking pavements come shoots of green
Life gets sprung from all that
Which is dying.
Delawares could whisper to the land
Standing there beneath their ancient trees.
But the breeze with which they spoke
Got caught by sailboats.
William Penn he saw the future clear -
Pave the woods in perfect squares
While the Fishies swim in beer.
Floating arctic splashing down Sepviva.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
Some washed ashore, others are in the ground.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
No matter how you change,
You can still keep your name.
Dragging metal pieces down the street
Tremors of the night are gathering steam
But beneath the ground the dirt still looks the same.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
Sounds of the street are gently humming.
Fishtown, Fishtown,
No matter how you change
You can still keep your name.
The shad's gone the saw of the Swede.
Tailpipes bleed
Their raucous noise
But listen close
The land still has its voice.