Ghetto Child - Stephen Duffy

I die, you die

Softly and so alive

No one else has seen me cry

Ghetto child

I hear you breathing

See your heart beating

Promise this time dreams are on me Ghetto child

Driven like the lambs

Hiding from the hands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

When out the door she slams

For no one understands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

Breathes a ghetto child

Paper flowers

So grey and golden

Scent the circus of your soul

Ghetto child

A book of pictures

With no words for it Something’s scribbled in the snow

Ghetto child

Driven like the lambs

Hiding from the hands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

When out the door she slams

For no one understands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

Breathes a ghetto…

Child born after Coltrane died

But before that one small step

Relieved when no one realised

That’s as high as man could get

You’ll never take a bigger step

Than a ghetto child

Driven like the lambs

Hiding from the hands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

When out the door she slams

For no one understands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes