Ext. Leslie Park Songtext

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