Fat Tulips - Ferensway

She pulls her coat closer to banish the cold
As she watches the buses and cars
Hides in a doorway away from the light
Shrinks from the sounds of the cafes and bars
There's a cold wind of discontent
Can she feel it?
Does she notice at all?
On Ferensway there's on light
For every lost soul

He crawls through the alleyway on bended knees
Struggles afoot when he reaches the road
He's hungry for anything that won't let him sleep
Incase his dreams hold a more evil abode
There's this snow of delusion
Does he feel it?
Does he notice at all?
On Ferensway there's on light
For every lost goal

The lights are a - beckoning come one and all!
There're dreams to be lived here in streets paved with gold
When you're down and you dig in despair
Cold stone and smashed hopes are all you'll find there

On Ferensway...