Tiles

It's dangerous to be out in front
It's dangerous to be left behind
We bet our lives on the tiles of the town hall
Falling out like we've always done
On the one way
Caving in like we've always done
Strangers whistling leaves
Strangers listening for the one kind
Troubled breeze through the trees and the tunnels
Calling out like we've always done
On the one way
Falling in like we've always run