Song Description
A child deals with living in a bad part of town while bad things go on around him.
| Song Length |
5:31 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Depressing |
Subject |
Poverty, Fear |
| Similar Artists |
Ozzy Osbourne, Alice In Chains |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Some lives are circles
Some lives are lines
Some lives have borders that society defines
Young Christopher Robin
Crawls into bed
There's a scream outside his window
Pulls the covers overhead
No one to take you by the hand
No one to catch you if you fall
No one to take you by the hand
No one to catch you if you fall
The streets are burning
While the rain keeps coming down
The streets are burning
And the rain keeps fallling down
Slim shards of faith
Scattered on the street
No reward for victory
No pity for defeat
Young Christopher Robin
Draws a line in the sand
I dare you to cross over
Into this no-man's land
The streets are burning
While the rain keeps coming down
The streets are burning
And the rain keeps falling down
Man in a motel
A bleeding shame
Wipes away the fingerprints
But the evidence remains
Blood changes color
Money changes hands
He speaks slow and clear
But no one understands
No one to check beneath the bed
No one to say it's just a dream
No one to check beneath the bed
No one to say it's just a dream
The streets are burning
While the rain keeps coming down
The streets are burning
And the rain keeps falling down