That's you by my abyss
It's beautiful today, whatcha gonna do?
I'm happy, I'm really happy
I brought her these salted rolls
Great, it's blue, okay
Scream, it's a girl
They sit the salty water, skin
Fourteen thirty-nine Liverpool Street
I feel some release smiling behind her
Smiling in air conditioning, ice
Do you like this weather? No
They say it's twenty-three degrees in Munich
I wish it would rain soon
Wilting yes, in funky cummerbund yes
Sporting a new peacoat, yes
My machine spread out on new velveteen, riding
Soul-faced into Liverpool Street
Try her on the wall
Chew on the wall, d'you know the has-been
D'you know why?
Throat dust, starving at the back wall
Slow motion, sham big, too much
Twenty-five seven, ninety-four
May we remind you this is a no-smoking area?
Two rubber shoes and liquid tonight
At the side of the road, black dust, dog dust
Rubber glove, part rat, so much brown and grey
The phone slips
Out of the tuning on the rails
Your face with numbers
In the yellow between the cracks
Forty-three, sixty-eight, I'll be crossed
Metal bars waiting to slip into the shade
Something cool, this geezer
Keeps staring at me
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