Mmm I came to see the flower stand The vegetables, the cigarettes The subway station bucket man And the headphones and the heat And I though that I might try again The living and the breathing But the living and the breathing don't come easy Mmm I used to be a waste of time An empty bottle lying down A trapdoor with the latches gone Hanging by a hinge Now I guess I'm something else A raven on an overpass A wanderer, a silver ghost A beacon Before I saw it everywhere The car windows, the guarded stare The hollow eyes, the hunted fear I had to look away And I thought that I might lose my breath The living and the coming death The living and the aftermath The fade And I used to be a waste of time A burning match lit underground A figure in the shadowland A feather in a cage And now I hope I'm something else A blinding flash, a fragment spell A bird released from some old bell Escaping