Chisel Cold Conversations Lyrics

Conversations Lyrics

Kneeling at the hotel reception
Violin a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright
rozellas on his shoulder
Coin from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people
hangin' on the corner
Other people cruisin' by in cars
Feeding on the
fiction and the porno
Staring at the tattoos and the
scars

Conversations, Conversations
Icy nights and almighty
patience

Well some of us are driven to ambition
Some of us are
trapped behind the wheel
Some of us will break away, and build a marble
yesterday
And live for every moment we can steal

Conversations,
Conversations
Shouting out across an empty station

Now it's just
another Tuesday morning
Billy's wrapped up tight against the chill
The
busker packs his birds beneath the awning
Billy's got his eyes upon the
till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
The
busker's halfway home, Billy's lounging round the foyer
Love so easily dies
when there's nothing left to conquer
One small break is all he needs, and
life ain't getting longer

Conversations, Conversations
Breakfast show
to a sleepy nation