Telecommunications

To realise I want to tell you about, Francine And her body Brooklyn true [?] All I understood From maps of neighbourhood I knew she wasn't alone I followed her home To realise I want to tell you about a beggar man With our legs to stand Or told to tell us that Our place, mark it ways She tied the verse, a melody It would say Peter [?] To realise I want to tell you I felt centuries At your thought heavy, breathe Hiding your trials Secrets from the rest All those memories So tired of us [Instrumental Outro]