darkness through cloak around the city
streetlights through holograms across the sky
so many souls that kept so many secrets
and then the voices crying to be heard
crying to be heard
sirens blew a song across the river
night collapsing on the criminal air
I reflected on the folly of my being
and words like worthless tokens dropped away
the tokens dropped away
I walk these streets, Chris Lonesome, I'm on
I walk these streets, sundown at dawn
my heels resound down England's lane
I swear I won't break down again
I walk these streets, Chris Lonesome, I'm on
I walk these streets, sundown at dawn
I know this road down, dirty down
this is my prison and my crown
on England's lane
I met the poet of surrender
on England's lane
I met his brother and his friend
on England's lane
I said what's happening to you, I'm brave
on England's lane
he said I'm going to my grave
on England's lane
someone sang the song of India
on England's lane
sweetest song I ever heard
on England's lane
oh I was damned to be heartbroken
on England's lane
but then I knew I could not cope
I knew I could not cope
I saw my spoiling face in every mirror
maybe one day I can start all over again
I will redress the pain of my oblivion
and I will return to England's lane
return to England's lane
one summer night when I return from Paris
I search for my companions but in vain
no one recognized my ancient features
I live right then, I bore the mark of Cain
I bore the mark of Cain
I walk these streets, crest lonesome upon
I walk these streets, I'm down and on
my heels resound down England's lane
I swear I won't break down again
I walk these streets, crest lonesome upon
I walk these streets, I'm down and on
I know this road down, dirty down
this is my prison and my crown
this is my prison and my crown
this is my prison and my crown