The Palest of Them All - Lawrence Arabia

All of us hiding in the night

Pale refugees of awful light

We cower in alleyways and clubs

Breaking hearts and making love

And blending in with the wall is the palest of them all

We pick our roses by the railway

We have our picnics in the mall

Our parents say «look what the cat dragged in,»

It doesn’t bother us to be dead birds laid at the door

And blending in with the wall is the palest of them all