You've got to annunciate, you know, it's not good to just scream it.
So we're going to try and play a new song now, this is called Canary Wharf.
Why couldn't money pin me down inside me flat on my back on the bed in my room?
You were outside playing with scissors, running on those stairs again.
There's still none to it down in the pigeons for restless.
I put just chocolate to melt in hot biscuits.
I wrote my name on a banana peel, there should always be a meal with my name on it.
And I made myself a drama out of absolutely nothing.
Took the time to admire the speed with which we grew boring.
I was a rapid mess unfolding dresses in stock rooms and warehouses, sanding chairs and cabinets.
There's still none to it down in the pigeons for restless.
I put just chocolate to melt in hot biscuits.
I wrote my name on a banana peel, there should always be a meal with my name on it.
And I made myself a drama out of absolutely nothing.
To speed with which we grew boring.
To speed with which we grew boring.
