delhi

there are clouds of sorrow
they are hanging over all
I see you through the mist
you stand against life

it smells like money
it tingling with honey
it will takes you by the balls
with a smile on its face

there is a roundabout
in delhi
it honks and barks
with human hearts

there is a traffic jam
in delhi
it burns and shouts
in its own way

broken bones and wounds
the eyes that never lose
breath or heart
a child never lies

shiny marble
eating shrimp
looking down
on my brand new shoes

there is a roundabout
in delhi
it honks and barks
with human hearts

there is a traffic jam
in delhi
it burns and shouts
in its own way