Build a bridge or maybe two
Together held with footsteps she outgrew
But now she sits alone
Everyone's long gone

She dances in a photograph
When it was good to joke and have a laugh
But that was yesterday
If only today

Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head, what's left but sleep?

She hears a chorus of factory girls
Singing in the streets
Drinking their Coca-Colas
After washing your filthy sheets

Chasing down the avenue
After a childhood that she never knew
Choking on woodbine
Cigarettes just kill the time

Now out of walls are crawling faces that still breathe
But before she nods her head, what's left but sleep?
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