[St. Breeze]
The break in our formation a blip in our duration
An inflation in our narration still there is my fixation
And your agitation for a moment forget the accusations and allegations
I know you dont want to a**ess my explanation but
I hope to try my best to make a time donation
Maybe this might kick start our rehabilitation
To improve our circulation our relationship hydration
From my momentary starvation feel the vibration
No longer lost in translation start to feel the sensation
Mould into former animation a dictation liberation
Move towards a standing ovation cause for celebration coronation
Confirmation that my concentration during my demonstration
Of pure loving exclamation has truly led to an elevation
A return to germination leaving behind hibernation
For the whole of the rest of our illustration
And without provocation or even realization
We left in even brighter saturation
Boys on bikes holding hands pushing prams
In linen shirts jogging on the phone with scarves
Holding their jackets in flowers dresses covering their eyes
Listening to ipods biting their whole hands
Appealing smiling striding talking reading stretching their suitcases
In tracksuits and purple polos and ray-bans searching
And eating waitrose holding their chins iphones lost sleeping
Curious with hunched shoulders slipping off jackets
Hi im Annemarie ive booked taking photos and voyeuristic opening purses
Sungla**es overweight f**ing overnight and Hoxton haircuts
Red veils and walking sticks riding on shoulders in pink dresses
Tesco bags excellent congratulations laughing and cleavage
St. Luke is the worst f**ing saint in the world
Who indulges in f**ing pink ice cream in abandoned grey church buildings
Crying what are you crying for
Crying what are you crying for
Crying what are you crying for
What are you crying for