Bishops Gate


Hello there, it’s you again
In brand new dress
Of silk linen
Fit to your face

We meet again at Bishops Gate
On solid ground
You make your case
Smoke for the wind

A sling of mud in candied paste
Finds its way straight to my face
Once again
And it tastes much this same as it always has

Spin in circles round we go
Speak your part
But it’s all show
Set to tambourine

Time and time and time again
Promise of change
But that always ends
Before a space in your breath

Ask mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s most perfect of them all
Bet you know
You always hear I me I me I me I me my


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