Step - Duffy

I die, you die, softly and so alive

No one else has seen me cry, ghetto child

I hear you breathing, see your heart beating

Promise this time the dreams are on me, ghetto child

Driven like the lambs, hiding from the hands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes

When out the door she slams for no one understands

She breathes, she breathes, she breathes, breathes a ghetto child

Paper flowers so gray and golden

Scent the circus of your soul, ghetto child

A book of pictures with no words for it

Something's scribbled in the snow, ghetto child

Child born after Coltrane died but before that one small step

Relieved when no one realized

That's as high as man could get

You'll never take a bigger step than a ghetto child