Well I never caught your accent
blushing in the meadow
Whilst chewing over the wood turned
hypocrisy they made into 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 is where a Bow was tied to forget
spending the night Painting towns
tiles red.
