Sunday 22nd April

YELLOW:

It’s the only language they understand,
Knocking doors & running,
I seen ‘em at night,
Down by the garages & bins,
I know what they’re doing,
All the para-medics were round again last night,
Flashing lights,
It’s like,
“Oh, hello do you live here?”
“Yeah, you saw me last week”
“Oh, yeah do you want to get to your flat?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind it’s been a long day”

This is a story,
A man tells a woman,
In a room full of empty chairs,
I think he fancies her,
Or not,
She’s glowing,
Offering me something hot that I decline,
You can’t grass me up

(K)

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