Premiere

Sadness is barking into my untold fairytales

And in front of Tesco the dealer markets love

Like an Egyptian high priest

True untrue

The borderline to Bizzare I'll move beyond the point of absolute

And spice your lips with my broken tear

The elderly buss stop opens her guardian umbrella

above us

When

Unsaid questions and answers give birth to tenderness

I guess

I love you