Born and bred here

On the left bank

Back against a bench

Where time got frozen

This is a rainswept town

A cold industrial town

My dear...

I think I've grown numb

And I've grown older

In my darkest winter coat

I think I've grown dumb

And I've grown bolder

In my darkest winter coat

And my body's bent

So why'd you believe things were better then?

Your chosen traffic lights

Curbs and bus stops

There's nothing here

I do not know

This is my dear hometown

A cold industrial town

Gone, gone, gone

Comforting sun

Please fall and die

The fall has come around

Maybe the weather

Will wash the prisons away

Will wash the posts away

Maybe the weather...

I think I've grown numb

And I've grown older

In my darkest winter coat

I think I've grown dumb

But I've grown bolder

In my darkest winter coat

So here I am again under streetlamps

Surrounded by red bricks and cinders

Cinders, with wrinkles on my hands

Remembering and wondering once more

Is there a dream? Is there a heaven for heathens?

I'm a heathen and there's a light, I'm still alive

A fall has come around

A fall has come around

Maybe the weather

Will sweep the sparrows away

Oh well, what difference

Yeah, what difference does it make?

Yeah, what difference does it make?