water street is just the same
 oh, [bad word] back to me
 you see it’s lonely and grey in the city
 but oh the sun will surely rise,
 warm my clothes, and warm your eyes
 from the treacherous night,
 how the moon was red and dangerous
  [bad word] back ya hear,
 all the loneliest stories will fade
 i still see your face…on the ground
 now there’s no one around
 
all the birds and whispers play
 oh, [bad word] back to me
 you know that treacherous ride in the city
 and oh the sun is surely risin’
 it came as no surprise
 and the hills on the country-side are singin
 
what kind of crime
 must we give out this time to know
 how the lines move across this place
 but there’s nobody else
 there’s nobody else…
 here