Proud Simon — Second Hand Jackets lyrics

Lyrics

Stray cats masquerading in chiaroscuro paintings
There’s a hole so deep in the pavement, I wonder how many layers are beneath it
Suddenly demons of antiquity illuminate the construction machines
They pierce my pockets for change
Relics still in fashion; our second hand jackets
But the warehouses are abandoned under the towering expansion
And as they grow so too shadows, a playground for the vagrants
Three kings are parading, and I for one am waiting
For the ashes and straw that remain there
I lost everything in your hypnotic stare