Besedila: Sarah Slean. Eliot.

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Armies and ice and dirty green
Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze
I think of Eliot when I smell the street
And it?s sometimes wise just to shut your eyes
Workers and lovers make their living space neat
Bent out of shape over what to eat
I dream of Eliot but I am discrete
Cause its sometimes wise just to shut your eyes

How sure how right
Can anyone be on sight?
I said I had hope
I lied

The city in winter, the sewage the steam
You fill buildings with people
And they rip at the seams
And somebody?s suffering infected my dreams
And don?t they know?
It?s just my old soul

How sure how right
Can anyone be on sight?
I said I had hope
I lied

So calm so wise
Give him the Nobel prize
He said he had hope
He lied