darkness through cloak around the citystreetlights through holograms across the skyso many souls that kept so many secretsand then the voices crying to be heardcrying to be heardsirens blew a song across the rivernight collapsing on the criminal airI reflected on the folly of my beingand words like worthless tokens dropped awaythe tokens dropped awayI walk these streets, Chris Lonesome, I'm onI walk these streets, sundown at dawnmy heels resound down England's laneI swear I won't break down againI walk these streets, Chris Lonesome, I'm onI walk these streets, sundown at dawnI know this road down, dirty downthis is my prison and my crownon England's laneI met the poet of surrenderon England's laneI met his brother and his friendon England's laneI said what's happening to you, I'm braveon England's lanehe said I'm going to my graveon England's lanesomeone sang the song of Indiaon England's lanesweetest song I ever heardon England's laneoh I was damned to be heartbrokenon England's lanebut then I knew I could not copeI knew I could not copeI saw my spoiling face in every mirrormaybe one day I can start all over againI will redress the pain of my oblivionand I will return to England's lanereturn to England's laneone summer night when I return from ParisI search for my companions but in vainno one recognized my ancient featuresI live right then, I bore the mark of CainI bore the mark of CainI walk these streets, crest lonesome uponI walk these streets, I'm down and onmy heels resound down England's laneI swear I won't break down againI walk these streets, crest lonesome uponI walk these streets, I'm down and onI know this road down, dirty downthis is my prison and my crownthis is my prison and my crownthis is my prison and my crown