Paroles de Ext. Leslie Park

Pelted with signs & reminders of how we was You & I try to find remnants of rousing cos We tessellate & retain what they gave us to Fail & relate what we lose in our grievous moods Hues & peruse with a delicate four zero two Style & defile cos she wants to sing after you Number the edges & keep track of all her keys Humble the hedges with shapes that we ought to be Hands were softer Summer was faster Sky's in the puddles & sun's in the window pane Rise from the rudders adrift in the baleful rain