As i have not trusted I have not hoped In the bleak alleyways And the secondhand streets Where misery waits And the turn of your hand
As i have not believed So i have not seen The uselessness The pettiness And in by the clouds are the sun and the stars By the walls and the rain I shall not come to you for tea As you may come back home with me Not believing and not seeing the facts Yapping into our face Alternate fire Alternate smoke I shall not wake At seven or eight As all the hours Are now too late With the lead weights motionless I spy with my little eye
You and i my love You and i With our backs to each other Chewing on shadows Dissecting the lights That their brightness might be classified And then emasculated And finally killed