(Michael Timmins)



This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill

This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail

That house there is haunted

That door's a portal to hell

This street holds its secrets very well



That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils

That man stalks his victims like a cancer stalks a cell

That man's soul has left him his heart's as deadly as a rusty nail

That man sheds his skin like a veil



Lord, you play a hard game, you know we follow every rule

Then you take the one thing we thought we'd never lose

All I ask is if she's with you please keep her warm and safe

and if it's in your power please purge the memory of this place



This life holds its secrets like a sea shell holds the sea,

soft and distant calling like a fading memory

This life has its victories but its defeats tear so viciously

This life holds its secrets like the sea