paroles de chanson Vacant Lots - Subterfuge

Some broken glass
And uncut grass
A dead end street
A hidden path
An unlit spot
A vacant lot

A certain kind of poetry
Surrounds this place
Which no one sees
A greyed-out blot
This vacant lot

Melting cars
Where once grew grass
A shopping palace
Made of glass
They all forgot
The vacant lot

Peculiar scents
The poetry
Have left this place
The busy bees
They all forgot
The vacant lot

Do you remember when it all began
And what was that point where it all went wrong
Lot by lot we're gonna lose this town
It's plain to see
Do you agree
What if I said let's tear this city down
To stop the madness that is going on
Brick by brick we'll reclaim everything they own
Will you follow me
Will you follow me