I picture you vague
You never wore denim until then
Stuck at Four Lane Ends
A flip-down bench
An inept perch
Stuck at Four Lane Ends
Rubble and railroads
Peppering the plains
A tanoy crackles
Announcing more delays
If I was alone, I would've dropped
Your mere presence pulled me up
Wiping dead gra**
From each other backs
On top of Primrose Hill
Wavering attention
Questioning commitment
On top of Primrose Hill
The position of pa**ion
Is irrelevant
'Cause I've been trained to adore
The insignificant
If I was alone, I would've dropped
I think it was your presence; pulled me up
We uneathed a dinosaur spine
Of smooth bony rock
My hands mapped out your reddened back
Between the marks of your shaps
If I was alone, I would've dropped