The snow was falling on his shoulders by the side of the road
And he watched as the sun went down
Falling on the buildings
Swallowing the children
It's the gun in your back
It's the heart attack
It's the way you look back before you step out
In time to see the number of the bus that's running you down
A million lonely people with their head in the sand
Trying to make some sense of what they don't understand
waiting
understand
there
their
sleeping
weeping
shadow
running
shoulders
sense
falling
start
buildings
swallowing
lonely
women
children
round
watched
trying
cutting
attack
designed
lights
circles
number
before
apart
knocking
somebody
below
heart
hurdles
keeping
warranty
knife
nobody
million
people
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