Letra Lionmouth Door Knocker - Kate Tempest, Kae Tempest

Lionmouth Door Knocker

At any given moment\nIn the middle of a city\nThere’s a million epiphanies occurring\nAnd the blurring of the world beyond the curtain\nAnd the world within the person\nThere’s a quiver in the litter\nIn the alleyway, he’s singing\nPeople meet by chance\nFall in love, drift apart again\nUnderaged drinkers walk the park\nAnd watch the dark descend\nThe workers watch the clocks\nFiddle with their Parker pens\nWhile the grandmothers\nHaggle with the market men\nHere, where the kids play and laugh until they fall apart\nAs kids chase and dancing to and darkened rooms\nToo fast, too soon\nToo slow, too long\nMove around all day\nBut we can’t move on\nIs anybody else awake?\nWill it ever be day again?\nIs anybody else awake?\nWill it ever be day again?\nOverflowing plant pots\nFence posts\nDecorated door numbers\nMotor black beneath a tarp\nBeaten up Punto\nGoal posts, painted on that green garage door\nThere’s a rainbow on that wheelie bin\nThere’s stickers in that window\nSmart flats, rough flats\nCan’t-get-enough-cat flats you know\nSeventeen cat flats\nRich flats, broke flats\nNew flats, old flats\nLuxury bespoke flats\nAnd 'this has got to be a joke' flats\nPensioners, toddlers\nImmigrants and Englishmen\nFamilies of six kids\nSingle business woman\nLook, everybody’s here trying to make or scrape a living\nA fox freezes on the alley wall and stands still sniffing\nBare branches sway in the front garden\nThe lionmouth door knocker flaps in the breeze\nStreet lights glint on the 'beware of the dog' signs\nThe beer cans and crisp packets dance with the dead leaves\nIt’s 04: 18 AM\nAt this very moment, on this very street\nSeven different people in seven different flats\nAre wide awake, they can’t sleep\nNow, of all these people, in all these houses\nOnly these seven are awake\nAnd they shiver in the middle of the night\nCounting their sheepish mistakes\nIs anybody else awake?\nWill it ever be day again?\nIs anybody else awake?\nWill it ever be day again?\nWe start on the corner\nWith our backs against the wall\nNext to the old phone box\nWhere the tramp leaves his bedding\nThe road runs ahead of you\nHouses and flats either side, walk down\nGo past the yard with the caravans\nThere, behind the hedges