This City Lyrics

Twelfth Night This City

the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades

it is all this city
it is all this city

wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace

it is all this city
it is all this city

long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt

it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city