Letras
And I came to see the flower stand
The vegetables, the cigarettes
The subway station bucket man
The headphones and the heat
And I thought that I might try again
The living and the breathing
But the living and the breathing
Don't come easy
And I used to be a waste of time
An empty bottle lying down
A trapdoor with the latches gone
Just hanging by a hinge
And now I guess I'm something else
A raven on an overpass
A wanderer, a silver ghost
A beacon
Before I saw it everywhere
In car windows, the guarded stare
The hollow eyes, the hunted fear
I had to look away
And I thought that I might lose my breath
The living and the coming death
The living and the aftermath
The fade
And I used to be a waste of time
A burning match lit underground
A figure in the shadowland
A feather in a cage
But now I hope I'm something else
A blinding flash, a fragment spell
A bird released from some old bell
Escaping