Well,
if you walked a little further down Ladbroke Grove,
you'll see him on the corner outside the liquor store.
And he's there Monday to Friday,
and weekends sometimes too.
And he's nearly you,
but he's kind of falling through.
He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27,
home to all his memories,
home.
And it's been ages since she knew him,
and she pretends she don't see him just like the
others do.
Well, there's a world
full of us,
we are fragile people passing through.
Well,
there's a life chasing us,
we are fragile people,
me and you.
Well,
in Pigov,
there's a street where the people meet and they shuffle on cold feet,
sweating drunken dreams about tomorrow.
Walking miles around the corners of their inner thoughts,
feeding from the fancies they
live.
Now,
there's a girl called Marie,
she's from Madrid,
Picasso's kid.
She ran away to leave behind the sorrow.
And it's come to this,
she'll sell a kiss and maybe more,
but she's really on the low road.
And then she said,
there's a world full of us,
we are fragile people passing through.
Well,
there's a life chasing us,
we are fragile people,
me and you.
There's a world
full of us,
we are fragile people passing through.
Well,
there's a life chasing us,
we are fragile people,
me and you.
Well,
there's a world full of us,
we are fragile people passing through.
There's a life chasing us,
we are fragile people,
me and you.