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  • Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now
    Shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars
    Evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark
    And I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes
    A single feather floating high
    Above the silent Thames
    Bright electric trains on Friday
    Evening rain again
    Me and Mr.Jones
    So, so speechless and alone
    Shopping lists, ephemera beneath
    The silent Kingston stars you know
    Drifting though the Sunday mall until I'm blind
    And tonight tonight tonight the time is mine
    To purge the sweetness from my heart
    And turn my eyes back to the darkness speechlessly
    Wherever it is I should be
    It's a suburb in the rain
    It don't matter anyway
    I get into work with the night still in my mind
    On bright electric trains I'm blind
    Drifting though the Sunday mall
    And burning in the night
    I wish I was driving south forever
    From the light upon the asphalt and the rain
    But into Sunday's dreams I fall again
    Standing in my kitchen
    I am turning with a fever in my heart
    Above the drifting summer and the dark
  • Though I know you'll never read the words I'm writing now
    Shopping lists, ephemera beneath the Kingston stars
    Evening rain is drifting in through spaces in the dark
    And I dream of angels in the plumes of cigarettes
    A single feather floating high
    Above the silent Thames
    Bright electric trains on Friday
    Evening rain again
    Me and Mr.Jones
    So, so speechless and alone
    Shopping lists, ephemera beneath
    The silent Kingston stars you know
    Drifting though the Sunday mall until I'm blind
    And tonight tonight tonight the time is mine
    To purge the sweetness from my heart
    And turn my eyes back to the darkness speechlessly
    Wherever it is I should be
    It's a suburb in the rain
    It don't matter anyway
    I get into work with the night still in my mind
    On bright electric trains I'm blind
    Drifting though the Sunday mall
    And burning in the night
    I wish I was driving south forever
    From the light upon the asphalt and the rain
    But into Sunday's dreams I fall again
    Standing in my kitchen
    I am turning with a fever in my heart
    Above the drifting summer and the dark