A Berkoff play on a television.
A goatee beard.
She's ginger haired.
An English Seine, a pair of jeans, a lite that steams.
A smell of fire, I'm sure there's something burning.
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now
A steam of thought runs through my head in technicolor.
I took the Train to Valladolid with engines at both ends.
The woman knew I couldn't speak her language,
But she talked to me.
She'd stating facts, the crowd reacts, a raging bull.
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired,
I'm tired in quick succession.
A screaming man says the engine's on.
The rumor might be worthless.
The electricity is absolutely, absolutely free
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now