I taste the wet salt, old dirt, hot sweat Of anyone who’s ever seen this place I’m not the last one here There’s a pile of us What a long half life Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer I left you all you alone With a pyre and pen Said I’ll take no blame Hurl your dirt at me But it’s not the kind I feel It’s as good as it can be Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer Don’t let it be Our unwashed sheets, our filthy streets I didn’t care at first Everything’s been building up to this it is all that you have known Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer Don’t let it be
I taste the wet salt, old dirt, hot sweat Of anyone who’s ever seen this place I’m not the last one here There’s a pile of us What a long half life Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer I left you all you alone With a pyre and pen Said I’ll take no blame Hurl your dirt at me But it’s not the kind I feel It’s as good as it can be Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer Don’t let it be Our unwashed sheets, our filthy streets I didn’t care at first Everything’s been building up to this it is all that you have known Don’t let it be over Now I’m getting closer Don’t let it be
