Вступление
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Now that you know who has entered the pen
I may never see you ever again
But I’ll still have the memory
Striding cocksure through the mist
Birmos in the cowshed; silkies on the wrist.
[Instr]
[Verse 2]
I like my rice pudding creamy and thick
But cheap nostalgia tends to get on me wick
Yet bless these odd exceptions
I find hard to resist
Birmos in the cowshed; silkies on the wrist.
[Instr]
[Break]
Things ingrained invade all thoughts of fixing on today
Out goes flu jab two-fifteen in comes Vale away
Beyond the next bend who knows what as comfort looks to flee
Pictures in the distance still soothe.
[Verse 3]
Hook wrapped round my neck I’m leaving the pen
Seems I’ll never see you ever again
Drifting with the morphine
Keeping with the tryst
Birmos in the cowshed; silkies on the wrist.
[Coda]
Phantoms in the cowshed
Silk scarf on my wrist.
[Outro]