Hunting spires and an audience in a house of God Such strange times pull me from my knees, genuflect and leave Braving the weather, evading the stares Save it for someone who cares City life in the glory of pink communal skies Jostled bones hang in dying air breathed a million times Down through the marching of beggars and heirs Save it for someone who cares We are the cats in the flea-bitten folds (flea-bitten folds) We will collapse with the weight of it all (weight of it all) Should we attack or be caught unawares? (Caught unawares) Save it for someone who cares We get by swilling with the taste of the now and then As we type all our problems, we will relive again Echoes of violence and office affairs Save it for someone who cares