I really hope this makes it to the album, would love to hear it with a full band arrangement
Here’s my best guess at lyrics, hopefully someone can hear the bits I’ve missed!
He came by in his funeral suit
in an open-hearted shade of blue
and asked me what I like to do
on a July evening.
(???) to Shoreditch
I said I don’t know which is which
a night’s thread for him to stitch
for me, the unbelieving.
In the end we just stay in
and gesture with our mugs of gin
and dance around his Borough/borrowed(?) kitchen
the stop and start don’t show.
And I am a cold filament
we advance in tender increments
between the past and future tense
test the weight of warmth (?).