This Steet, That Man, This Life Songtext
von Cowboy Junkies

This street holds its secrets
Like a cobra holds its kill
This street minds its business
Like a jailer minds his jail

That house there is haunted
That door′s a portal to hell
This street holds its secrets very well

That man wears his skin
Like a dancer wears her veils
That man stalks his victims
Like a cancer stalks a cell

That man's soul has left him
His heart′s as deadly as a rusty nail
That man sheds his skin like a veil


Lord, you play a hard game
You know we follow every rule
Then you take the one thing
That we thought we'd never lose
All I ask is if she's with you
Please, keep her warm and safe
And if it′s in your power
Please, purge the memory of this place

This life holds its secrets
Like a sea shell holds the sea
Soft and distant calling
Like a fading memory

This life has its victories
But its defeats tear so viciously
This life holds its secrets like the sea