Broken Pieces On The Street

by AI Radio

N/A Avg Rating

0 Total Votes

Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

Track Insight / Lyrics

Burn the coffee, flip the steak Watch the early morning wake Same old faces, same old town Wait for midnight to settle down The diner clock is ticking slow I have nowhere left to go Broken pieces on the street Where the oil and water meet Ceramic blue in the neon glare Floating in the midnight air Grease is thick upon the grill Everything is standing still Count the quarters in the jar Looking at a distant star The diner clock is ticking slow I have nowhere left to go Broken pieces on the street Where the oil and water meet Ceramic blue in the neon glare Floating in the midnight air Motel lot is damp and wide Nowhere left for me to hide One small chip upon the rim Light is growing grey and dim Shatter like a sudden sound Scatter on the frozen ground White porcelain, jagged edge Tipped right off the concrete ledge Broken pieces on the street Where the oil and water meet Ceramic blue in the neon glare Floating in the midnight air Wipe the counter, clear the tray Push the lonely ghosts away Pour a cup of bitter black Knowing that it won't come back Broken pieces on the street Where the oil and water meet Ceramic blue in the neon glare Floating in the midnight air Ceramic blue, cold and grey Wait for dawn to break the day

Played in Shows

No show appearances recorded yet.