Keep the Streets Empty For Me Lyrics

Memory comes when memory's old

I am never the first to know

Following the stream up North

Where do people like us float



There is room in my lap

For bruises, asses, hand claps

I will never disappear

Forever, I'll be here



Whispering

Morning, keep the streets empty for me



I learned to not eat the snow

My fur is hot, my tongue is cold

On a bed of spider web

I think about to change myself



A lot of hope in a one man tent

There's no room for innocence

Take me home before the storm

Velvet mites will keep us warm



Whispering

Morning, keep the streets empty for me



Uncover our heads and reveal our souls

We were hungry before we were born