Into my dark cave I go
All the things, bits of string go to make up me
And such bits and pieces of trash
Had their day, let them fly away

Old stacks of paper and tin
Make my soul, got no goal, I can't see my way
And creased furs and faces of friends
Got no soul, let them go cos my mother told me
That I would always be right if I kept the light

Dry, crumbled, broken and dead
Ashes, dust, sex and lust weigh my soul like lead
And into my dark life they go
Stored away, never see the day

So many faded old names
Broken toys, shattered joys, pins and paper games
And lost little pieces of truth
Had their day, had their say and my mother told me
That I would always be right if I kept the light

Dark little toy shops and streets
Lost old dogs, London fogs, never see my way
And all tied with pieces of string
Life's that way, hide them from the day
Dust in the corners of dreams
All in bits, stone and grit, piles of broken schemes
And old flaking buildings I'll say
Had their day, let them fly away