London Madrid - The Aislers Set

I took a picture of a fountain

Walked away instead of counting

All the hours I had left before I had to go

Walking wanton a desperate city and the subway’s cold

And filthy but the homeless men are not aggressive

But I’m still afraid of them because I can’t understand the cold

And the language that he speaks is not as foreign as the way

I treat him.

Thousands of miles in one direction

Just to toy with my affection

Emotional wayside will, I’m ill and I want to go

I slept on the streets of London

Thought I had a friend in London

Until the bright lights woke me up and I’m still here

But I’m not afraid of him because I can understand the cold.

And the language

that he Speaks is

Not as foreign as the way he treats me

Oh, and I want to go home