On your road the bugs caught in your hair

Refugees,

‘Cos dead leaves limp off fisted trees

Rebirthed with the paves as slippy sleaze.

Maybe there’re some pirates on the rocks tonight

Gospel in the sea mist through the avenue and up the flight

Of stairs into the park

Hang your holiday rainbow lights

Gospel in both ears and the haze swims

Around the faux-Tudor buildings

Claudia’s probably on the couch

Watching from dream house

We’ll stand by your pool.

Darling can you tie my string

Fuzzed lamps dancing around the mezzanine

God sieved down stars through the trees as the mist

Waves gospel let me come over I’ll waste your time I’m bored

Let me come over I’m bored

Moon on the rocks,

I think you’d like this.