Hunting spires and an audience in a house of God
Such strange times
Pull me from my knees, genuflect and leave
Braving the weather, evading the stares
Save it for someone who cares

City life in the glory of [bad word] skies
Jostled bones hanging dying, air breathed a million times
Down through the marching of beggars and heirs
Save it for someone who cares

We are the cats in the flea-bitten folds
We will collapse with the weight of it all
Should we attack or be caught unawares?
Save it for someone who cares

We get by swilling with the taste of the now and then
As we type, all our problems we will relive again
Echoes of violence and office affairs
Save it for someone who cares