Crestfallen machines
Make me a pantomime
Dark disease
Watch my old friends leave
Now I have you to keep me down
I travel, no light rests in the night
Watches as I roam

The church with its tower
Pain in the power
Hears my every stumbling sound
Taxis that run at the amber light guns
And this city hangs so breathless and shadowed
All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled
Oh God please find me a home

Oh God please, find me a home

Pennies in a purse
Your scribbled notes for a poor fool
I never did dream to be alone
And suffering heavy

The church with its tower
Pain in the power
Hears my every stumbling sound
Taxis that run at the amber light guns
And this city hangs so breathless and shadowed
All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled
Oh God please, find me a home

Oh God please, find me a home

The church with its tower
Pain in the power
Hears my every stumbling sound
The taxis that run at the amber light guns
And this city hangs so breathless and shadowed
All of you devils are cracked and dishevelled
Oh God please, find me a home

Oh God please, find me a home