And... the new song, which has no title as of yet
1,2,3,4
In comes you, not the same person I knew
Looking roughly the same, but something hungry getting restless in your brain
So there I go, not the same person that you used to know
Peeking through the fisheye lens at you
And the cornet blows where the oleander grows
And us two, not the same people that our old friends knew
And so down the street, you head in the high summer heat
White long-sleeved Oxford pushed up to just before your elbows
Black pumps and a medium length black skirt
Eating a path through the dark damp earth
I hope they've got plenty of money where you're going
And the cornet blows where the oleander grows
And us two, not the same people that our old friends knew