Nothing In This World Remains The Same – Damian Wilson – letras

I met you on the forecourtOf a London busy streetYou owned a fancy restaurant adjacentlyYou asked what of problemsSo I told you honestlyYet still you had the front to disagreeForget all you likeIgnore me if you pleaseMutter all obscenitiesAnd tell me how to leaveJustify your gainsWith sweat and blood you paidBut nothing in this world remains the sameWe stood there for a momentThen you told me I should leaveYou opened up your doorTo show the rich at feedAnd this picture of your palaceWas enough to convince meYou’d forgotten what this world was meant to beSo now you find me singingOn the corner of your streetA reminder of the personYou once cared to meetAnd the growth upon your conscienceIs small but I believeYour clients they can hear me as they eat