Street Spirit (Fade Out)

Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel them, their hands touching me
Hold these things into position,
All these things we'll one day swallow whole

Fade out again
Fade out,
This machine will,
will not communicate these thoughts,
and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle,
before we all go under

Fade out again
Fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds,
scream as they fight for life,
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes,
Hold these things into position,
All these things we'll one day swallow whole

Fade out again
Fade out again

I'mmerse your soul in love
I'mmerse your soul in love