Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
Emma Pollock
There is fortune in my name
Currency in letters
If this life is just a game
I'll try to play it better
We all started just the same
The hopeful and the hopeless
On the streets we made our name
Our confidence, our harness
And I know the marks
They don't show on the outside
But each of us carries a tale
And one of these days
We won't talk anymore
The silence begins when we fail
And I think I might break
Now we separate again
But who to lay the blame on?
These years are laying claim
To values I could count on
I know the marks
They don't show on the outside
But each of us carries a tale
And one of these days
We won't talk anymore
The silence begins when we fail
And I think I might break
And I think I might break
And I think I might break