Old and bred here
On the left bank
Back against a bench
Where time got frozen
This is a rainswept town
A cold industrial town
My dear...

I think I've grown numb
And I've grown older
In my darkest winter coat
I think I've grown dumb
And I've grown bolder
In my darkest winter coat

And my body's bent
So why'd you believe things were better then?

Your chosen traffic lights
Curbs and bus stops
There's nothing here
I do not know
This is my dear home town
A cold industrial town
Gone, gone, gone
Comforting sun
Please fall and die
The fall has come around
Maybe the weather
Will wash the prisons away
Will wash the posts away (Maybe the weather)

I think I've grown numb
And I've grown older
In my darkest winter coat
I think I've grown dumb
But I've grown bolder
In my darkest winter coat

So here I am again under street lamps
Surrounded by red bricks and cinders
Cinders, with wrinkles on my hands
Remembering and wondering once more
Is there a dream? Is there a heaven for heathens?
I'm a heathen and there's a light, I'm still alive

The fall has come around
The fall has come around
Maybe the weather
Will sweep the sparrows away
Oh well, what difference
Yeah, what difference does it make?
Yeah, what difference does it make?