I stopped
I wondered if you'd slipped, tripped applying the silver foil
Struck me as lazy to have misplaced the rubber stamp
Manicured streets, trim cut paper; stripes in a city of stripes
Yet hardly a blue
Which I know to some in this city, is no colour at all
I've saved you until last
You were the nosiest
Having a ball
Your rhythms & your voices
Clever
Televisions flickering
Synchronized with soul
Northern music
Northern re-generation
Only because you were on the long wall
Otherwise you did nothing for me
Nothing at all
Tick tock - stop
Please everybody slow down
Let's begin with a whisper
Tip - top, slow-down, stop
A pin point balance, rocking to and fro
The metronome swings towards home
Its shade travels ever so slight behind
For now it is the afterglow
I don't think so, no I'm sure
We never ever have met
By the washing powder you say
Well, unless it was special offers
I doubt it though
I'd be most unlikely to stray so far
Action
Cameras roll
Pan in pan out - cut across the set
Ladies; in the aisles please
I don't think so, no I'm sure
We never ever have met
