Sixth Street Theres too much noise on Sixth Street Like a brick in a washing machine And the alleys look like bed sheets Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine The tangerines and coffee The sweetest taste could always drive you up a wall If hunger is a freight train Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl Ive made a comeback in a time Enforced to memorize the lines Upon the pavement and the page, Behind the scenes and on the stage Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Let the sun slide down the porcelain Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky Let it hang for the homeless man The polished shoes paid by smokes of passerby Youll all just turn into suburban fathers Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette Why have a broken hearttoheart When I could always come at you handtohand We hold our jackets at the sleeves One hand gives while one receives And though the warmth spreads underneath The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today The ravens on the telephone Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire Look upon those avine militants Touching shoulders, like a feathered gothic choir Even in the depths of winter Those frigid splinters cant withstand the warmth we hold The warpath to destruction Is paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold So knock my cards to the station floor And watch me eye the closest door Youve earned a place in memory The price you pay for cruelty Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Ooh A fire escapade for two Ooh An alley serenade in view Oh the modern day brigade The loudest silence ever made Came printed on the faded page today Credits
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