Grass stains on my knees
Torpedo down a sunflood Turnham Green
Can she stay over pretty please?
Too tired to talk but can't fall asleep
Bug bites, pinking skin
My god you look lovely when you're living
Oh daylights dwindling
Say it up to the Gods
Look at us, look at us being
Just being
Stay awake fickle one
Sunken face
Fallen sun
Morning waits for no one
For no one"
