Hondo Maclean Blinding Lightshows & Bad Clothes Dress Codes
See how the city walks
Out of step but synchronised
Synchronised and out of time
Limbs outstretched and we imagine that we could look like stars upon
The bathroom tiles and pavement cracks
Out against the night
The ground we tread has turned to tracks
A cycle of seasons with no turning back
Aura winds are blowing cold in the bright lights of this city
We are all passers by
Treading harder - i wish you'd say out aloud
Treading water - i wish you'd sink out of sight
I wish you'd sink
