Before The Wave - Daughter Of The Streets Lyrics

What kind of girl walks the streets all alone
What kind of world drives her out of her home
Where a lonely street corner looks like a friend
And the scars on your arm point one way to the end
Daughter of the Streets
You're running out of time
Taking care of bills a month too late
Burning up love with no fuel but hate
Searching through their pockets while they leave the room
A mind whose only answers left you for the tomb
Your mother sets the table with a place to spare
Your brother wished he knew you so he'd really care
They lie awake at night just waiting for a call
And pray their little lady's not the next to fall
Daughter of the streets
You're running out of time
Daughter of the streets
What's yours is now mine
Nobody needs you is a feeling you've known
Somebody called your name and you thought you were home
You've got to love yourself cos no one else will
Got to love yourself when the world wants to kill
Will you sleep through the day await your next call
While girls all around you are taking a fall
A man on the corner points his finger at you
Your money my body a match made for two
Daughter of the streets
You're running out of time
Daughter of the streets
What's yours is now mine

What kind of girl walks the streets all alone
What kind of world drives her out of her home
Where a lonely street corner looks like a friend
And the scars on your arm point one way to the end
Daughter of the Streets
You're running out of time
Taking care of bills a month too late
Burning up love with no fuel but hate
Searching through their pockets while they leave the room
A mind whose only answers left you for the tomb
Your mother sets the table with a place to spare
Your brother wished he knew you so he'd really care
They lie awake at night just waiting for a call
And pray their little lady's not the next to fall
Daughter of the streets
You're running out of time
Daughter of the streets
What's yours is now mine
Nobody needs you is a feeling you've known
Somebody called your name and you thought you were home
You've got to love yourself cos no one else will
Got to love yourself when the world wants to kill
Will you sleep through the day await your next call
While girls all around you are taking a fall
A man on the corner points his finger at you
Your money my body a match made for two
Daughter of the streets
You're running out of time
Daughter of the streets
What's yours is now mine