Sarah Slean - Eliot

Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And its sometimes wise just to shut your eyes Workers and lovers make their living space neat Bent out of shape over what to eat I dream of Eliot but I am discrete Cause its sometimes wise just to shut your eyes How sure how right Can anyone be on sight?I said I had hope I lied The city in winter, the sewage the steam You fill buildings with people And they rip at the seams And somebodys suffering infected my dreams And dont they know?Its just my old soul How sure how right Can anyone be on sight?I said I had hope I lied So calm so wise Give him the Nobel prize He said he had hope He lied