Fragile People
If you walk a little further down Ladbroke grove.
You'll see him on the corner outside the liquor stor.
He's there monday to friday and weekends sometimes too.
And he's nearly you but he's kinda fallen through.
He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27.
Home to all his memories from home.
And it's been ages since she knew him she pretends that she don't see him.
Just like the others do
There's a world full of us
We are fragile people passing through.
There's a life chasing us
We are fragile people me and you
Well in Pigalle there's a street where the people meet.
And they shuffle on cold feet.
Swapping drunken dreams about tomorrow.
Walking miles around the corner of ther inner toughts.
Feeding from the fantasies they live.
Now there's a girl called Marie.
She's from Madrid Picasso's kid.
She ran away to leave behind the sorrow.
And it's come to this she'll sell a kiss.
And maybe more but she's really on the low road.
And she's sad
There's a world full of us
We are fragile people passing through.
There's a life chasing us
We are fragile people me and you
There's a world full of us
We are fragile people passing through.
There's a life chasing us
We are fragile people me and you
There's a world full of us
We are fragile people passing through.
There's a life chasing us
We are fragile people me and you
