808 Thames Tales

Yeah, yeah

They talk about the paved streets,

but they don't know the stone (nah)

Walking down the cold estates under brick and grey (grey) Watch the

watchmen on the corner keeping bill at bay

We don't talk too loud because the walls are listening close

Looking for a silver lining,

living like a ghost (skrrrt)

It's a cold wind blowing through the concrete tower block

Watch the minutes counting down on the local clock (tick tock) But

we hold our ground,

we never run away

Living in the shadows,

waiting for the day

Rainwater splashing off the blacked-out rims

(splash) Late

nights, early mornings, working on our whims No handouts given,

had to build it from the floor Standing in the hallway,

looking at

the door (doorway)

It's a cold wind blowing through the concrete tower block

Watch the minutes counting down on the local clock (tick tock) But

we hold our ground,

we never run away Living in the shadows,

waiting for the day

Yeah, waiting for the day

(hummmm) Just the keys now

No more bass, just the wind