"Was a long and dark December, when the banks became cathedrals"
White Collars and Pinstripe Suits
From atop castles of glass
Recall the glories of past
The corner space, the room with the view
No faxes, no phones calls, just faith to renew
Such honour among thieves
stole the air that they breathe
broken families with broken homes
no shelter no warmth, no place left to go
white collars, pinstripe suits
they hold no secrets for me or for you
they bought and sold the dreams of our young
depression and anxiety, all wrapped up in one
times will remember, such power abused
no silver lining but a golden parachute
doctors and gods will give up the ghost
no prophets, no hope, no messiah awoke
From atop castles of glass
Recall the glories of past
The corner space, the room with the view
No faxes, no phones calls, just faith to renew
Such honour among thieves
stole the air that they breathe
broken families with broken homes
no shelter no warmth, no place left to go
white collars, pinstripe suits
they hold no secrets for me or for you
they bought and sold the dreams of our young
depression and anxiety, all wrapped up in one
times will remember, such power abused
no silver lining but a golden parachute
doctors and gods will give up the ghost
no prophets, no hope, no messiah awoke
