Bold Street

Black cabs, snapping at the heels of the ladies

Brushing windswept hair and scarves waving

Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny

Please give what you can

A penny if you have any

Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand

Drag at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband

Schoolboys are mean, but who knows what they're hiding

Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in

Oh, will I be lost in twilight limbo

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road

A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard

But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker

The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet

Saturday night, Bold Street's caked in its own vomit

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Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars

She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a shooting star

All slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eye

This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry

Twinkle, twinkle little star

How I wonder what you are

Like a diamond in the sky

Will I make it out alive

Oh, will I be lost in twilight limbo

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road

Oh, will I be lost in twilight limbo

Oh, me oh my

I always find myself on this road