Desolation, Mr. Foe

Waiting by the telephone
The line is singing dead majestic tones
The humor of a cigarette
Won't ease the burns of being set to go
All your life you've seen it shown in the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone
With a teenage dream that's all
Of a foreign wave
You're spitting out the letters of control
And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home

Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home
The queen is jumping down the street - a savage heart - it's a savage heart and it roars
All her life she's seen it shown in the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone
With a teenage dream that's all
Of a foreign wave
She's spitting out the letters of control
And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home

There on the lawn he feels unknown
Back in the trees he is a fool
I need disorder with the sons and daughters
There by and by he turns to stone
And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home
They call upon science to see where the wind blows
You look down and watch your hair grow
I need disorder with the sons and daughters
There by and by he turns to stone.