Lyrics
I like to see:
The stone steps rounded
And bowed by a billion scuffing soles
And dirt paths cutting corners.
The evidence of abrasion
On a wall behind a chair
That has recorded every end
Of working day.
The fumble-marks around a keyhole
And wedding-ring scratches on a rail.
The stone steps rounded
And bowed by a billion scuffing soles
And dirt paths cutting corners.
The evidence of abrasion
On a wall behind a chair
That has recorded every end
Of working day.
The fumble-marks around a keyhole
And wedding-ring scratches on a rail.
