Really far away
Though those shoulders can’t be taught
Naked and caught on the Île de la Cité
Oh holy pew is of eleventh century
Full of shade and a fearless decay
Formed into an angel from some flower
Fabulous and dreamery
Laying on the crown of influence
From motherly bias
In a week co-cold
The little pants that are no-twist
Through Paris, Brixton
From out of the Vayama, love
My destiny
Seventeen my mind was seized
Into the fold, when you weren’t feeling hated thеn
No boiling thirst
It was a fontlet of ash
It is
Road, river and rail
So unblemishеd and natural
Like mother’s daughter
Today she’ll follow road, river and rail
So unblemished and natural
Like mother’s daughter
Today she’ll follow road, river and rail
So unblemished and natural
Like mother’s daughter
Today she’ll follow road, river and rail