Door Lock Dance

A ghost town
That goes down
Closed down
Shops and empty houses
Tumble weed
On the street
A bum in need
Wearing dirty trousers

The city
It's a pity
Graffiti
And damage everywhere
Sleep well
In your brick shell
A thick smell
Of smoke is in the air

No use
For phone booths
The full truth
A funeral procession
Kids meeting
For beating
Seeking
An outlet for aggression

Islands
Sirens
Violence
Curtains drawn in fear
Watchdogs
Door locks
Four knocks
Pretend that I'm not here

It starts simple, with a moment indoor
And ends with total isolation
In the sunset, I can see the ruins
As silhouettes against the evening sky