#1
Slow waltz, Folk


It’s the coldest of mornings as you walk through the streets
As the rain from the pipes is soaking your feet
Smog from the factory pulls and grips at your lungs

A woman approaches with a pale, stoic face
Asks you directions to get out of this place
You just smile and grin, as the water creeps up to your knees

You arrive at your home and your 10 minutes late
The wife trudges in and says “Isn’t this great”
“The meal has grown cold, it’s stale and it’s old”

Her words get lost in the rafters above
They twist in the fan and oh isn’t love
Such a grand spectacle, a circus charade

Oh, sleep never comes in a place such as this
You live morning to morning, rest is a myth
You can close your eyes and dream but the feeling's the same

Your eyes are still heavy and your spirit is gone
You could lie awake in bed but it won’t be long
Till the rain soaks in and the water’s up to your neck
#2
Finish this. Please.
Or is it already finished?
If it's not, definitely KEEP GOING
The 2nd phrase is my favorite, "Asks you directions to get out of this place"...you should elaborate on this idea/section a little more (at least that's what I'd do) the whole idea of inescapability..if that's a word
#3
the part where the husband gets home and finds the dinner cold and old is a little jerky. see if you can reword that line a little to help it flow better.
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This guy right here knows his fecal matter.
#4
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the part where the husband gets home and finds the dinner cold and old is a little jerky. see if you can reword that line a little to help it flow better.


It's actually his wife who says it, a motif of the song in a way is people over exaggerating how bad they really have it, eg. The husband was 10 minutes late and his wife claims the meal is ruined etc. etc.