Excuse me as I step in here a minute
Take my mind away, my load off
Shake loose this gripping cold
Retreat from this drenching wind
My, is that a copy of the paper?
Oh, it’s a very nice warmth in this room
I’ll take a tea please
If you don’t mind, a scone too please
Well, this was nice
I had a great stay
The tea was good
And the scone was as I’d hoped
But, as all good things
Must come to an end
So must I depart
And brave this dreadful weather
Love is what’s anxious
Sticky fingers and
Chance glances
Keeping the funk
Roll, roll, roll
Roll with me baby
We own the night
Because we slept all day
Determined and passionate
Hopeless, without regret
Dear lover
Remind me of my life tonight
Remind me of why I matter
Escaping the wrath
Of uncontrolled banter
Dear lover
Remind me of my life tonight
Remind me of why I matter
Shooting the breeze
Cocktail and harmony
Dear lover
Remind me of my life tonight
Remind me that we can
Where have you been, love?
I’ve been looking around
I’ve seen your last tracks
But never you’re found
I’ve asked friends and family
I’ve asked brothers and sisters
I’ve asked teachers and doctors
I’ve asked long lost lovers
Where have you been, love?
I’ve been looking around
I have memories to build here
With empty spaces to fill
Cool, cool, cool, cool
I like that, that works for me
But no, lets not do that
That’s no good for me
We’ll forget we mentioned that
Did you remember about this?
I was thinking we should add that..
Ring…Ring…Ring…Ring…
Can you please send me an email update
What’s your ETA on completing the algorithm?
We’re getting close to the deadline
I’m not sure we should waste our time on that
I’ve thought of this, but decided with that
I can’t make that work, so we’ll put that in the bugs
And that, yeh, that’s a problem
Email…Email…Email…Email…
Edit, redraft, update, edit
Can you please put together section 2 for me
I’ve gone ahead and made the changes
It should be good to go now
Enigmatic with a passion
Cool with desire
Fierce with a murmur
Alive with innocence
Tucked away like the cold and blue fingers
Neatly entombed by the dear winter’s frost
Humbly walking along the moist particles thaw
Glazed amongst the solid tear drops
With memories
Come grace
With enemies
Come face
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps a little chinchilla
Perhaps a scary Godzilla
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps the eyes of desire
Perhaps the enchanted Medusa
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps a roll of fortune
Perhaps a chance encounter
Perhaps the end
Perhaps a mend
Perhaps the change of direction
Perhaps a charming burlesque
Aloof and alone
Too busy to moan
Fancy footing and ill fitting
Damned these clothes together again
Loose belts
And low knickers
High hopes and bed wetters
Chances are slim to none, I hope
Rainbows and proud Wellies
Puddle hops and muddled tops
Crowd gained, a crowd lost
Proud moments for me, mother
Blow your hole
Feed your soul
Collapse your lungs
Inhale your tongues
Allow your young
To reach their fun
Allow your game
To be pretend
Embrace the lessons
Fight the digression
Go! Go with all passion
Love the chaos
And for me, baby
Lets live to remember
I am the noodle
I am the night
I am the sorcerer
Deep within plight
I am the saber
I am the gray
I am the doctor
That makes the fall
I am the spectre
I am the glaze
I am the Devil
Ball, hand, and foot