Spring - The Prisoner (Eight by Ten) lyrics

The dripping taps unnerving stare Conducting songs I'll never share Cross my mind Accompaniment to a charred Kettles whine Is a cold and real awesome sign I still Find Friends aren't waiting Contemplating Or concerned in My returning Winters frost turns my fingers white; Fog that stirs and blurs my sight Shrouds the Town The darkened shadow to whom I talk As catacomb like streets I walk Weigh me down Earths illuminated centuries Can't enlighten penetentiaries Dropping coins that seem to laugh The morning's milk guards the Path Shows the sign Eight by Ten on the second floor Fumes that creep beneath the door End my time