Empty Streets – Demo

Empty Streets – C. Dempsey 2011

Empty streets we wait,
Crawling up the stairs,
Bottle in my hand,
You know my name,
I can walk home,
Eyes closed and alone.

I can taste the air,
A pebbledash estate,
This is not my home,
Like when I was young,
Ocean barley gold,
Unless,
I’m wrong,
And now,
They flood and fill,
This millionaire’s row.

Rip me like a sheet,
Rake me of large stone,
Hang me out to dry,
Bury me six feet,
I know who’s in control,
unless,
I’m wrong,
And now,
They flood and fill,
This millionaire’s row,

Unless, they flood and fill,
Unless, they flood and fill,
Unless, they flood and fill,
This millionaires row.