Wreckery Road

I was born on Silver Street
I live on Wreckery Road
I work in Turkey town
Rusted junk lies all around

The pictures have long been still
The station posters peel
At the end of someone's map
Why don't the skies just open up
And deliver me
Deliver me

Tell me what do you see
Behind the door where hardships hide
Is it what it seems
Over endless seas and terrific tides
Tell me what you feel
On the street of dreams

No strеngth left to riot
Why won't the world just give and bе quiet?
The wreckers have gone

No victory won
No victory won
No victory won

Tell me what do you see
Behind the door where hardship hides
Tell me what you see
Over endless seas and terrific tides
Is it what it seems
Behind the door where hardship lies
Is it what it seems
Over endless seas and terrific tides

On the street of dreams
On the street of dreams
Wreckery Road is what it seems