And you go down that street Rainbows ahead bling you like midnight never does and I wonder where evening will be tonight My loved ones waiting there

I pretend my swagger through debris is the holy dance of the many my days On the remotest sidewalk facing the moon I cannot say the orphan still lives and you recognize the battleground You can hide her in quadrangle dirt The buildings are old and half blind

With an enemy like daylight who needs the psychology dime Hips do the work and I cross the world