Henrik Skanfors Volatile Street
Another autumn is the city of greed
Another solitary season in great need
You know it's time to leave but where?
Pass a school, kids on a break
You want to play too but it's all fake
Just a substitute for what you really crave
Your pillow is covered with make-up tears
Noone has been here for many years
Except a wishfull thought resting violently
Every day, waking up brand new
Until another bullet goes through you
Squeeze my hand if you can hear me
