I flee, tangent-like, under the arch of the night.
On my blue neck, hair blackened by rain.
There's perhaps an elsewhere, sort of major chord.
I won't wait for the end of this grey death,
of the spiked fences in my faded eyes.
There's perhaps an elsewhere, farther from all woe,
There's perhaps an elsewhere, x2
Robberies, steel and death and blood
Vice, crime, always stronger blows,
Leaving, leaving..
Filth, boredom, rust and fire.
Anguish, screams, rain and fear
Leaving, leaving...
I've got the key for a hopeful blues tune,
Middle of road remain one two corpses
There's perhaps an elsewhere, sort of major chord.
Done with fatality, putting the gloves down..
to the final stop where everyone gets down
There's perhaps an elsewhere, seen from the outside,
There's perhaps an elsewhere, x2
Robberies, steel and death and blood
Vice, crime, always stronger blows,
Leaving, leaving..
In the black wall, I've made my hole
A long lobby but going where ?
Leaving, leaving.
Should you see a man in a sunlit harbour,
Sitting there silent, on the desert wharf
Just ask no question, knows his name no more
He waits for a ship going to oblivion
That comes to fetch him at the far end of night
There's perhaps an elsewhere....