Theres a city filth that lingers
All over my naked hands
Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear
And every step brings another
Every hour adds some more
Till Im on the other side leaning on your door
Are the taps running, darling?
Is the air thick with steam?
Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame?
Every step brings another
Every hour adds some more
Till Im on the other side leaning on your door
Theres a smell so sweet its sickly
It follows me into the room
Hangs in the air like rotting perfume
I never bathe in it, darling
Got down on my hands and knees
Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all
Ive been wading through it
Dont you know its up to my neck?
And it wont be long fore its over my head
And its the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . .
Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn
Could always find my way home
Theres something there, cant leave it alone
The trains they run all night
We could leave everything behind
Just bring that dress you bought when we first met
I know its faded, darling
I know its tattered and worn
In that dress, I could never love you more
Ive been wading through it
Dont you know its up to my neck?
And it wont be long fore its over my head
And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in