And if the snow buries my My neighborhood And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel From my window to yours Yeah a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chimney And meet me in the middle The middle of the town And since there's no one else around We let our hair grow long And forget all we used to know Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow
You change all the lead Sleepin' in my head As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn
You change all the lead Sleepin' in my head to gold As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn The song I've been trying to say
Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind And spread the ashes of the colors Over this heart of mine
"...Street Spirit is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes, and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh. And it's real, and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception..."
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