Gutter Hearts

Marc Almond

Sitting on the kerb

You wipe the tears away again

The gutter holds your sallow hearts

That melt down with the rain

Barbed and brittle hands that push

The hair out of your eyes

Pavement fires a-flicker

Like a host of fire flies



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

In cardboard box city

My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

A dark cacophony



The wolven of the orphan gangs

Take turns to search and steal

They splash about the puddles

And are trodden under heel

They bathe their pearly faces

In the lights of Chinatown

And they lick their pearly fingers

When the street lamps flicker down



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

In cardboard box city

My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

A dark cacophony



All night I've been up

With the bitterest thoughts

I can't seem to throw

All my cares to the wind

Makes me sleep feverish

Makes me sleep scared

Pillow of secrets

And blanket of sins



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

In cardboard box city



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

In cardboard box city



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

In cardboard box city



My song calls from the gutter

And the gutter sings to me

A roundabout of down and outs

A dark cacophony