the lake
kind of like
a classic turner
kind of like
a modern palmer
the lake
kind of
late
late
kind of like
talking to her on the phone
kind of like
talking to her on the phone
kind of like
a modern palmer
kind of almost
feeling calmer
after she called
kind of like
talking to ten people at once
kind of like
waiting for ten thousand months
kind of like that same ice lolly
kind of like
that worn sad looking brolly
kind of like
those big chalk blue skies
duck song
greener than green
weeping willow
autumnal cold
clouds in the water
ripples, that become shorter
than the clouds in the water
kind of like
the hindi songs
in the chinese and polski
golden empire
halal of course
/no remorse/
kind of like
the z man telling her to
pull the plug
kind of like the r man
telling her that he has dug
himself into a whole
himself into a whole
kind of like the b man
telling her to leave it out
kind of like the c man
telling her to not talk to witch doctors
kind of like
that time I forgot to lock the door
that time I forgot to settle the score
that time I forgot to settle the score
kind of like the k man
telling me no worries,
some other time
(no, the gold buddha won't wait)
but never mind
kind of like
the answer he never gave
kind of like
the writing on the wall
kind of like
forgetting to stand tall
kind of like
the lake
that classic palmer
behind this steel armour
kind of like
waiting waiting waiting
kind of like
hating hating hating
what comes before and after
there's no time to barter
the art of
being
kind of like
the smell of sticky toffee pudding
in the streets
like them organic pleats
all ironed out
all ironed out
and the fluffy acorns on a pine
coloured a gruesome lime
kind of like that time
before the lake
the hail, that came after the sun
kind of like that time
I had almost begun
-to understand-
kind of like, kind of like, kind of like
