Pieces of Me

Into my dark cave I go All the things, bits of string go to make up me And such bits and pieces of trash Had their day, let them fly away Old stacks of paper and tin Make my soul, got no goal, I can't see my way And creased furs and faces of friends Got no soul, let them go cos my mother told me That I would always be right if I kept the light Dry, crumbled, broken and dead Ashes, dust, sex and lust weigh my soul like lead And into my dark life they go Stored away, never see the day So many faded old names Broken toys, shattered joys, pins and paper games And lost little pieces of truth Had their day, had their say and my mother told me That I would always be right if I kept the light Dark little toy shops and streets Lost old dogs, London fogs, never see my way And all tied with pieces of string Life's that way, hide them from the day Dust in the corners of dreams All in bits, stone and grit, piles of broken schemes And old flaking buildings I'll say Had their day, let them fly away