I've got to tell you about how it came about
The nails were clawing
And the claw hammer did shout
On the snare drum appalling
The singers voice was flat
Then flouting indifference
In a hat after that
I must also mention he loved me
She said
The wood in the garden
Lawn mower in the shed
The eyes of an eagle circled above
But the property ladder was a
Tight fitting glove
Stair way to heaven
And a staircase in Clevedon
And Portishead predicted
The slow rebirth
The steamers were steaming
Ferries crossed the Severn
Chains were hauled by dockers
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