Street Corner Confessions
god is in the cast away,
the old and the forgotten things,
the flotsam in the gutter and,
the deadman’s wedding ring.
the halo of street lamps against the mist,
the artificial amber glow,
that changes the color of,
that purple ribbon round your wrist.
its street corner confessions after three am,
go ahead and keep your sins we got,
and can you ever really know,
anybody else?
why do we always fall in love,
with strangers?
and the sunrise is always better when,
you stayed up all night, talking to someone new.
and you scream aloud about all those things
you only whisper ‘bout for years,
and you don’t have to explain your tears.
its street corner confessions after three am.
its street corner confessions after three am,
go ahead and keep your sins, we got all the ones that matter.
and can you ever really know,
anybody else?
why do we always fall in love,
with strangers?
you can never really know,
anybody else,
that’s why we always fall in love…
