Paroles
Lego Napoleon movie written in noble gas-filled glass tubes underlined in sparks.
I’ll admit it’s elaborate for a waking thought.
Vortex to vortex, The Business they call Show hasn’t ever been this pumped up before.
Hello Gruesome, there’s just enough time left to swing by and re-address the start if you call and have them pull around the car and stop specialising in stories from the road.
Hello you, still dragging out a long goodbye?
I ought to apologise for one of the last times.
‘As that meandering chapter reaches its end and leaves us in a thoughtful little daze, this electric warrior’s motorcade shall burn no more rubber down that boulevard’ read the message I left on the thank you card.
Overtaking the tractor, waiting for sets of winds and bends to level out again.
Picking your moment along a country lane, the kind where harmonies feel right at home.
Hello you, still dragging out a long goodbye?
I ought to apologise for one of the last times.
Taking a dive into your crystal ball, I’ve snorkelled on the beaches fruitlessly.
Why not rewind to Rawborough Snooker Club?
I could pass for seventeen if I just get a shave and catch some Zzz.