Never caught your accent.

Well I never caught your accent 

blushing in the meadow

Whilst chewing over the wood turned 

hypocrisy of the table.

.

The regiments colours the globe 

Beneath the surface of Infamous sun.

Falling for spooks placed up there

In heavens gate. 

.

Relaying back Bleaching acts of recycled 

Astrology 

And if everywhere’s a hotel maybe 

This where a Bow was tied to forget

spending the night Painting towns 

tiles red.