THE DARKEST STREET
Somebody across the river was calling for you, you see...
A woman in white or the devil, in the darkest street of the city
While you walk away on the fresh air, kid you can see her in the chimneys
On the smoke she became a dancer from an haunted factory
There's lights around the corner climbing up to the moon by the trees
They carry on the smile of your mother...enlighting the whole area
You came here to know about her, in the darkest street of the city
But no trace in here, just the blur...Is she a ghost ? Perhaps...maybe...
Come on kidow ?!
Do you believe that your balloons will reach the top of the roof ...
...And scare the monsters ?
And for now you bark as a cur, asking yourself : "who am I really ?
A son ? A soul ? Just a seeker... in the darkest street of the city ?"
City makes yourself feel like a looser, shuttin' all the doors and all the entries
Kid, on you she will cast a slur, before she gives you access to all the keys
Soon or late you will remember the smell, the walls, the golden-taxis
Asking yourself "Am I the son of her ? Of the darkest street ? Of the city ?"
And several years later, you will told to another kiddy :
"You know, places have a power and make yourself become who you're gonna be..."