I sold my hopes
On the streets to a young man
He had a map and a masterplan.
Tied to his waist was a sword.
Tender were his words:
Why do we all have ready feet?
I sold my hopes
Cost me nothing to give 'em away
But you meant something, something
I find hard to display or recognise
Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes
I can't let that happen to you, no
Not for the life of me.
Walking up the street
It only echoes back at me
I intent to find that face I'll recognise
What's that?
Through the crowd I see you bound
But it's me
That sees right through (2x)
Tied to his waist was a sword.
Tender were his words:
Why do we all have ready feet? (2x)
On the streets to a young man
He had a map and a masterplan.
Tied to his waist was a sword.
Tender were his words:
Why do we all have ready feet?
I sold my hopes
Cost me nothing to give 'em away
But you meant something, something
I find hard to display or recognise
Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes
I can't let that happen to you, no
Not for the life of me.
Walking up the street
It only echoes back at me
I intent to find that face I'll recognise
What's that?
Through the crowd I see you bound
But it's me
That sees right through (2x)
Tied to his waist was a sword.
Tender were his words:
Why do we all have ready feet? (2x)