Sick Rat - Walking Alone lyrics

[Verse 1] Large cube of ice in the gla** of Dimple Reflecting as the rain crackles softly on the sill Gazing out the windows, the sun has long set You can smell the mahogany and the smoke From the flavoured cigar, a Cuban elder man tokes from I'm waiting on a date, but she won't come The Askania on my wrist says 10 A wench at the bar suspects something Comes over to ask if everything is alright and I just look at her I swear these eyes don't lie And every minute that she's late makes this woman look better Put frankly I'm just tired of the chatter I recognize everytime she says what it ain't about Focus is squarely placed on them same matters I could pretend like I had time for that Or drop the change on the table and leave, no looking back... [Hook] I WALK ALONE THIS STREET By myself, all I need is the beats I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Until my restless mind has found peace I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Any weather, any day of the week I WALK ALONE THIS STREET Tarmac, stone plates, wood and concrete [Verse 2] ...And all I do is see the same faces Look-alikes in the same clothes, the only way To tell them apart is by the different language It's the daily masquerade of the fameless I grab a drink from the convenience store And just walk to clear my head, it's becoming recurring Vagrant soul in a story of the same kind And at the same time, it disturbs me These streets harbor memories, vibes, and they Change with the times, like old hangout spots Have turned into coffee shops, mom-and-pop stores Now are barbers, name plates change, neighbors turn to strangers Leather couch, beige fleece wallpaper Home sweet home, alone though, I crave The feeling of warm embraces greeting It's yet another wasted evening, I play a Cool Jazz tune And light one up, before I'm faded out sleeping... [Hook] [Verse 3] ...of Berlin City at summertime, the sun rays filtered By the trees, got a cone of ice cream, sesame and honey Mind on whatever, taking time to Marvel at the architecture and smile For no reason other than being grateful to breathe in The fragrance of the place I was raised in, even If I were to leave someday, I'd never forget Moments that made bonds what they are and yet I don't feel like going back, the hands of the clock Melt away like a heart when it's touched by a gesture Or a friendly smile of a woman so lush That's dressed in a fashion that conveys nothing extra Conversation kind of compliments the nearby Spree And there's no need for a number exchange, it's all free Of obligations, continued on our merry way I could do this everyday, just liaise with A girl who shares my love for traversing the pavement... [Hook]