[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