Lyrics

Oh lover, when I saw you there Years before the ash was rinsed out of your hair I was framing up a photograph Of a starboy with a cigarette smoking And on the curbside at Parliament Square I caught a dancehall song in your eyeballs the first time You and you pulse, the crowds blankly stare Before I saw a chicken bone shaking And a cigarette smoking Black summer in your straw-hot hair Long summer wondering why on earth you would care Ginkgo bells, a room, a long-wave muse Silk tied your hands, the worms murmured that they adored you Gripping the railings at Tavistock Square A paper lantern steals breath from the nitrous air You tongue your teeth and move your shandy-sweet hair In a fresh of rain there is a chicken box floating And a love song is croaking And a cigarette is smoking Dance unconvinced in the tropical bar Pale almond in the moonlit, crazed hour The eyes of the loft on the canal swoon They twist their fat necks, they move to seduce you Stare at the pink clock on Windrush Square Hidden from a party, black tears stain, Lycra tear You see under the water, there is another of you On the surface water there is a white paper wrap floating And look, the pink clock is going Ah, the fresh morning Funny how you don't notice pigment leaving clothes All the toothward smiles have creased the soft paws on your fawn nose Full lips are scared talking in the quietest of rooms Sat alone in the green park as the air cools Walk high and pull-pull-pull back your warm brown hair And it's tied politely for the party, the top stair Black cotton delicately hangs your hips Live from a silver phone plays a song from our childhood It goes la la, la la la, la la It goes la la, la la la, la la What's that mad, wild scream beneath the white clinician glare Some red scream, it disturbs the cloud jowls of the early air Shocked cream, motion par blue You wash your legs, there is a child lay beside you Choosing a vault of flame at All Saints' Square And shake like the leaves that can't believe the chill in the air Bruised almond skin frames a punchbag stare And up in a tree I see a pizza box, it's fucking shaking This is everything you sing Although you feel ashamed, you are amazing And a cigarette is smoking White privilege leaps over a wicker chair White privilege as if it's not even there Horses die proudly on the Spanish contrast news Salt on your legs, while Mamoun's[?] beside you In the still light of a dry heat square Dogs shake off the sea and cream birds slip through there Your name is called, you call out from your chair And through the air a song plays from our childhood It goes la la, la la la, la la It goes la la, la la la, la la I thought it was the vodka I thought it was just the time-delay fuses All the Mitsubishi bloom dilation in your step Look at the steps, the white oil streams The foxes are all grinning as I hold you On some cold doorway a city girl hair Denim your lips, bottles fall and sound around you Bursting out of your pencil skirt, bursting out of nowhere A mental band they play a song called Young Hearts Crying Do you remember, it goes la la, la la la, la la It goes la la, la la la, la la Peach morning in the brackening air You force a smile at the camera in the wet air My hands are all brown, the polish from my shoes Chalk scars your mark, the sun tries but can't get through Ducking a horsefly there on Parliament Hill The rain begins to make a pool at your warm hill Panicking the foxes where the new cubs lie Panic the earth softens, head quick to the streetlight But the soft heat is trying And a cigarette is smoking