[Verse 1] Bank street hangs in balance With laughter hanging in the air with concrete threads. Twilight receding through the buildings Allowing shadow to come great the living dead [Chorus] Every doorway is prophecy of things all going south And now here I am feeling just like a fox in a hen house. No I’m not done ‘cause the nights still young I think I’ll be waking up on the couch [Verse 2] Glances spark like matches, Old faces flicker in and out of passing crowds. Streetlights swim round in circles, And my heartbeat climbs above the sounds [Chorus] Every doorway is prophecy of things all going south And now here I am feeling just like a fox in a hen house. No I’m not done ‘cause the nights still young I think I’ll be waking up on the couch [musical bridge] [Chorus] Every doorway is prophecy of things all going south And now here I am feeling just like a fox in a hen house. No I’m not done ‘cause the nights still young I think I’ll be waking up on the couch
