Streets Of Philadélfia
Bruce Springsteen
Streets of Philadelphia
I was hurt and wounded
And couldn't say what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh, brother, are you gonna leave me
Weakening on the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue
Until my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of missing and vanished friends
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
As black and whispering as
The rain on the streets of Philadelphia
No angel will greet me
It's just you and me, my friend
And my clothes no longer fit me
I walked a thousand miles just to escape my skin
Night falls, I'm lying awake
I can see myself fading
So welcome me, my brother, with your aimless kiss
Or we'll leave each other
Alone this way on the streets of Philadelphia
