Francis Phillips
He stands back to the wall
Looking out across the twisted world
Towerbrocks rise
Up against the yellow sky
I'm looking out for you
I'm looking out for you
Sometimes
I'm running in my heavy boots
Down the rutted lanes of this town
Run run run my brother
Don't bother looking round.
Woman calls
In the garish night
Bullbous shadows
Dodging in and out
And in and out of sight
Closed doors
Feeling my way throuogh the dark
I'm looking out at you
His cropped head fist-like turns
I wonder where does it end?
My teeth dry with the inbreath
Turning streetlights an the tunnel view
Run run run my brother
I'm waiting here for you.
[lAmPyR]
He stands back to the wall
Looking out across the twisted world
Towerbrocks rise
Up against the yellow sky
I'm looking out for you
I'm looking out for you
Sometimes
I'm running in my heavy boots
Down the rutted lanes of this town
Run run run my brother
Don't bother looking round.
Woman calls
In the garish night
Bullbous shadows
Dodging in and out
And in and out of sight
Closed doors
Feeling my way throuogh the dark
I'm looking out at you
His cropped head fist-like turns
I wonder where does it end?
My teeth dry with the inbreath
Turning streetlights an the tunnel view
Run run run my brother
I'm waiting here for you.
[lAmPyR]