Through these gash old rags
These racks and grates and straps of bags
Like a berry in the leaves
Or a swallow in the rotten eaves
I see your beautiful feminine eye
I watch it reflect the moving sky
Tapping my foot to your favourite tracks
Leaking from your headphone backs
In these ropes and poles
With "Please Wait Here" and aching soles
Like a diamond in the rough
Or an emerald in a crimson cuff
I saw your elegant feminine eye
I watch it watching the clock tick by
Tapping your foot to my favourite tracks
Leaking from my headphone backs