projekt.

serenly we walk on this january day

wondering what, if anything you'll say

on this, the last of every street

on the edge of a divide, us and they

rubble and snow and ashes and flesh

and none of it care or matter it may

where are they now, jade and pete

i'm sure that camille and su went away

. my feet on the street on the road of decay

serenly we walk on this january day

slowly absolutely rotting away

your freckles, lies and truth they display

but gone are the smiles of children at play

i might die and you might go

and snow and ashes before us sway

our love began so long ago

but hearts fall apart into disarray

. my feet on the street on the road of decay

serenly i walk on this january day

not giving up, not today

while this wall of sand and concrete

might stop me for now might force a retreat

might cut me down and make me dismay

the time will come on a february day

i will be forced to stop and replete

and then everything goes on repeat

. my feet on the street on the road of decay