La glace des rues en fer à cheval. Le printemps pogné dans le coin de l'enfer. La pluie. La neige. L'apocalypse. The last picture show. Again & again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LKuTAjJ43Y&feature=relmfu

Fire Escape

On the fire escape

We stopped and we looked down
Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies
When you’re still midway
It’s not too late to just turn back

The winter is cruel round here
The future is not down there
“Why can’t they just think like us?”

If you’ve got flags to wear
You should be careful what you sell
On the fire escapeI think I slipped, I think I fell
But you’re still midway
It’s not too late to just turn back
We were raised by strangers
The life that you had in mind
Was just a moth and a light

Fanfarlo

photo:l.l.