We’ve been a hopeless people,. Living in a world of darkness,. Bonded by the sin and no one to set us free. I do the things I don’t want to do,. I don’t do the things I want to do,. What a wretch I am
then when you grow up. Maybe, maybe you can live, live on Kelvin. Yeah, you can live in Kelvin on the promenade. With the concrete walkways where pigeons go to die A woman on the fourteenth floor
