Billy Bragg Follow

This street is named for flowers
It’s barren, hot and gray
And shadows wheel on iron heels
And move along their way
The light that soothes me evening
Has cut me clean in two
But my blood, it runs with stars
And they’ve fallen over you
Now the birds have stopped their whaling
They’ve been whaling all their fear
The town is meaningless, folks unseen by us these many years
The waiting crowd in this blinding light like angry rivers do
But silence builds a bridge which is swinging over you
It used be the wicked who surrender but no more
They’ll draw a line through heart of mine, then smooth it like a row
… host give up their ghosts like death is nothing new
But I could live forever when I’m dying over you
I may learn someday to offer more than what I feel
To set aside this wholesome pride and put my shoulder to the wheel
Build our truth then raise the roof and not confuse the true
But still we stand of rafters and the swing and there’s laughter risen over you