Broken Horizons

This is not where I belong among stone built statues
Bring me horizons of sun broken haze instead of falling people ablaze

Stars are spat at by white t-shirts
Trailing jeans are torn in scuffle fallen knees

There are eyes to make sure you are correct
Stolen hearts are not seen or given respect
My thoughts have not yet processed
Or realised I’m among the hopeless

This place hasn’t sunk
It just shot its own foot and hobbled across
As white shirt ties call themselves boss
And trailing phones have no tones

Now, making sense of senseless, silly and strange
Punching bouncer to make his point, if not someone face he will rearrange
The moons light shadows this dark cage
It started with the three of us and it’ll end the same
These streets of Wimbledon will remain
These streets of Wimbledon I disdain

Crippling cold shivers the good, individual lone walkers walking home
Street light vision, bouncer blues, happy slapper
Racing hearts aiming for that one solitary mission
Glazed eyes for the chiselled charming caper
Reflected puddles mirror selfish, forgotten thoughts
No more

Now this place has reaped the rewards
But never taken credit for the young drunken cowards
And this place has reaped the rewards
But never taken credit for the young drunken cowards
This place has reaped the rewards

This place hasn’t sunk
It just shot its own foot and hobbled across
As white shirt ties call themselves boss
And trailing phones have no tones

Now, making sense of senseless, silly and strange
Punching bouncer to make his point, if not someone face he will rearrange
The moons light shadows this dark cage
It started with the three of us and it’ll end the same
These streets of Wimbledon will remain
These streets of Wimbledon I disdain

Knocked out lady with flashing lights oblivious
Stretching voices to make young happy people obvious
Stone cold lady with flashing lights oblivious
Stretching voices to make young happy people obvious
Dead end lady with flashing lights oblivious

This is not where I belong among stone built statues
Bring me horizons of sun broken haze instead of falling people ablaze

Stephen 'Kokanez' Caines
06/08/2008