Into my dark cave I go
All the things, bit of string
go to make up me.
Such bits and pieces of trash
Had their day, let them fly away.
Old stacks of paper and tin
Make my soul, got no goal
I can't see my way.
Creased furs and faces of friends
Got no soul, let them go
'Cause my mother told I would always be right
If I kept the light.
Dry crumbled broken and dead
Ashes dust, sex and lust
Weigh my soul like lead.
Into my dark life they go
Stored away never see the day.
So many faded old names
Broken toys, shattered joys
Pins and paper games.
Lost little piece of truth
Had their day, had their say
And my mother told me I would always be right
If I kept the light.
Dark little toy shops and streets
Lost old dogs, London fogs, never see my way.
All tied with pieces of string.
Life's that way, hide them from the day.
Dust in the corners of dreams
All in bits, stone and grit
Piles of broken schemes
Old flanking buildings I'll say
Had their day, Let them fly away.
