Just Passing Through

<sub>Well the moon is broken
And the sky is cracked
Come on up to the house
The only things that you can see
Is all that you lack
Come on up to the house

All your cryin don't do no good
Come on up to the house
Come down off the cross
We can use the wood
Come on up to the house

Come on up to the house
Come on up to the house
The world is not my home
I'm just a passin thru
Come on up to the house

(Tom Waits, 'Come On Up To The House' )</sub>



This dark, hidden street right by the gothic St Mary's church always fascinates me. You can really feel the cool breath of history in that place, blowing through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. Even the smallest shadow can look suspicious. Expect meeting Jack the Ripper. ^^



Gdańsk, Poland
September 2010