Vox: Jo Wells
Everything's here then, in the tunnel where the stylist never stops. The houses are stuck on cliffs and the water shakes at the bottom then it crumbles to dust and the dust blows away. Until only one voice is left singing at the end of the tunnel. Look closely and there's a teddy boy Quiff long gone and grown up now, eating the Australian breakfast(?) with the blinds down. Everything works at half speed in the tunnel. The flat caps keep up. Next door, there's a place to lean, and talk, and touch And perhaps this is the place where we can hold hands for comfort. (page turn) Where we can hold c-hands for comfort. In the tunnel where they won't put the lights on. The stylists never stops. The houses are stuck on cliffs. And the water shakes at the bottom. There was still one voice left singing. Crumbles to dust and the dust blew away This is the middleton row then, where it's nice to have a row of tea, and you can hear the close... (Piano's a bit loud yknow)
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