Red brick dre----am. Windows scre---am.
As the rusting north star shines above.
And drops itâ's iron beams.
I heard the engines dieing breath.
Castles and kings who starved to death.
I dropped the coronation cup (chhh).
Red brick dre----ams. Buttons gle----am.
By the light of the furnace pouring mouton memories.
The men of muscle fix the rot.
Who forms the losses all forgot.
They made the Thomas and the Janeâ's.
Sleeping it remains in red brick dreams.
(Who forms the losses all forgot. They made the Thomas and the Janeâ's.)
NOT TO SURE ABOUT THESE LINES. A LITTLE HARD TO MAKE OUT CORRECTIONS APPRECIATED :)