King Arthur کے بول

Blue mist rolled through cans and weed the street lamps lit empy rail yards in the shadows a man hid his eyes as cold as the grave his mind was filled with memories of friends long gone by The vans roared around him in the spotlight he cried Noone ever says good bye these days we're all too busy running scared with eyes of broken ice I watched you go we're falling like leaves from the tree Scatttered all over from Newport to Leeds people hiding people like bees talking of unity crippled by fate divided and lonely too weak and too late Across Treaty Square the lights burn late they're working overtime in the cells tonight Away down the streets as empty as a vote south of the river down in the pod Noone ever says