Red stilettos
Right up to her thighs
My it’s nice
To climb so high
Why oh why
Its really nice to climb so high
Leather boots
Ermine for the firming
Foaming at the lips
Kiss her on the pips
By God it’s nice
To climb so high
Denim jeans
Fit and mean
Squeeze on back
Back to seventeen
My oh my, by the by
It sure is nice to climb so high
Dear diary
Went to the mall today
Me and Molly Flanders
Suspicion surrounded, swept over our every move
All as gone before
That’s gone before
All as gone
Gone that’s gone before
All as gone before
Gone that’s gone before
Masquerade, minuet
Pickpockets at the mall today
Johnny, Jenny, taking nickel’s, taking dimes
The punters never notice, even stand in line
Dear diary
Drew my dole today
Along with Francis of Assisi
Desperation descends, deepens every mood
All has gone before
That’s all gone before
Gone, all gone
All has gone
All has gone before
Gone that’s gone before
Spices, dyes, crimson from Aspen
Old market stalls at the mall today
Saffron, with Shandy make atmospheric chimes
Wandering folk don’t notice; while away the time
Dear diary
Bought some coal today
Me, Mrs Thatcher, and that scary Mr Scargill
Confrontation threatened every altercation
All that’s gone before
That’s all that’s gone before
All gone before
Gone, all gone before
All has gone before
Gone that’s gone before
Knot, intertwining, we’ll meet you later on
Somewhere round the blowing house
Over Norsworthy Plantation way
Dwell, continue, we’ll rest awhile
Beside the pixies house
Together on Yellowmead Down
Rustle, acquiring, we’ll steal our herd our way
Through Woodtown then Furzetor Pass
Twixt here to Sampford Spinney
Dam, earth, buttress; we’ll construct to confine
From the cattle grid to the homesteads
Under the shade of Combestone Tor
Quarry, excavate, we’ll extricate information, to find
A way up Rugglestone Rock, to Seven Lords lands
Before we rendezvous at Widecombe in the Moor
Drink, libation, we will soon be there for prayer
Nearby the weir of Higher Coombe
Falling upon Scorriton, upon Scorriton Chapel
Mill, alcohol still, Benedictine of Buckfast
We’ll make our way into a Cistercian Monastic order
Beside the Butterfly Farm near the Railway Museum
Electric blue
Surfing through
Singles night reflection
Circumspect introspection
Electric blue
Shining through
Never seen your light before
Transmitting at the shore
Winters night
Transparent sight
Never seen you so bright
Before
Eclectic hue
Dancing shoe
Painter from the peak
Horizons you seek
Shine on through
Electric blue
