Lyrics – White Street

In the front room of your house
Being as quiet as I can be
In front of your dressing table mirrors
I see millions of me
And the saints look down from above your door
But I don’t feel the sun on my face through the white lace bay window anymore

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Beautiful memory
Beautiful White Street

The heart of the house is in the kitchen
A family larger than life
Newspaper clippings, letters, pills, matches and photographs
A boy, a man and wife
And a breeze brings the world from outside
A screeching cocky with a long memory
Now we’re popping fuchsia petals down the side
It’s all alive now in me

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Carefully opening your crystal cabinet
There’re precious things that too easily break
And now I see you dozing by the window in your chair
Are you awake?
And I close my eyes on this window that I stepped through
Thinking if these walls could talk,
They’d tell a lifetime of you

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