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