Testo di Wither Street

This is no city This isn't even a town No citadel, not a bar or a brothel Stuck on a fence and in theory Facing the streets, can you hear me? Only a block down Two generations ago Any expression was suppressed aggression Now it's stuck on my sleep Now it's my trick, can you hear me? Wide eyed, blind eyed Alone in a quiet, out of time (2x) Ever since I go Into this bottomless pool Almost too cool for a tourist with typewriter Even if you've got company Say, can you hear me or see me? Typing, writing Alone in a quiet, out of time (3x)