Boulevard

No, I will not do this thing
I will not sign I will not go
I will not be a witness
Why do they run through the streets and cry?
Why do they?
Is it such a long story
And does it end in something messy?
A mess is hard for you to see Is it?

Or is it something you've already seen
Before?
Before you were a boy
Or even after dying
Or even after you
After you
It remains as everything else
Everything goes and everything stays
Everything goes and stays
Every little thing
Every single thing

All there, never gone
Still there now
Still there, never gone
All there, never gone
Still there now
Still there, still there