Wither Street

This is no city
This isn't even a town
No citadel, not a bar or a brothel
Stuck on a fence and in theory
Facing the streets, can you hear me?

Only a block down
Two generations ago
Any expression was suppressed aggression
Now it's stuck on my sleep
Now it's my trick, can you hear me?

Wide eyed, blind eyed
Alone in a quiet, out of time (2x)

Ever since I go
Into this bottomless pool
Almost too cool for a tourist with typewriter
Even if you've got company
Say, can you hear me or see me?

Typing, writing
Alone in a quiet, out of time (3x)