The Exchange

I knew this girl once

She lost her soul

But gained the whole world

And she surveys it all some nights,

From her prestigious tower block apartment

Skyscrape

Vista’s of the landscape

One of the richest cities in the world

And she feels a sense in which she owns it all

That she’s the girl

But like litter around the landmark

The wind whistles through it

And she presses her face to the cold of the glass

And she’s still so lonely

And this world will pass