Second Hand Jackets Lyrics - Singles - Proud Simon

Stray cats masquerading in chiaroscuro paintings. 

There's a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it. 

Suddenly demons of antiquity illuminate the construction machines. 

They pierce my pockets for change. 

Relics still in fashion; our second hand jackets. 

But the warehouses are abandoned under the towering expansion. 

And as they grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants. 

Three kings are parading, and I for one am waiting. 

For the ashes and straw that remain there. 

I lost everything in your hypnotic stare.