Street Where No Flowers Are Sold

Street where no flowers are sold
Where habits grow old
Nothing sacred will hold
Grace of this hideous place
Of the stale old face
My place in this world

Look through the windows palette
Your life never ends
You’ve never been born
You’ll never grow old
Cause you’ve never been hurt

Leave you will come here again
In a new younger shell
You are still the same

Run until you hit the wall
There is nothing beyond
You’re helpless thrall

of the

Street where no flowers are sold
Where habits grow old
Nothing sacred will hold

Relax give up to this force
It’s the natural course

Street brooks no dissent