Dancing On The Graves Of Le Corbusier's Dreams - Karl Hyde

I feel like I’m turning

Into an imaginary boy

An animal running on instinct

precinct you get

Between heroic facades

And concrete boulevards

I was dancing on the graves of Corbusier’s dreams

Dancing on the graves of Le Corbusier’s dreams but

Even he in all his vision

Could never have imagined one as beautiful as you

Forever smiling freely

Giving it away to keep it

Standing at a kiosk selling coffee at the station

At the gateway of an abandoned town

You stopped me turning into a legendary insect

in a bedsit

Could never right a place like this

Could never right a place like this

But you were smiling

Giving it away for free

As you always do

Channelling laughter from the sun

Giving it out to everyone

And your image it reminds me

I’m as happy as I choose to be

And you and me go dancing, dancing

On all the graves of Le Corbusier’s dreams

And even he with all his great vision

Could never have imagined one as beautiful as you

I feel like I was turning into an imaginary boy

An animal running on instinct

up the precinct again

Between heroic facades

And concrete boulevards