29 in Highgate, P.R. queen. So socially unattainable. Down the line in Balham Johnny's keen. Pursuing the unobtainable. I said 'Hey, you, up in the clouds.
Dust drew down the desert night. Stallions kick and moan. All along the ridge the stormy light. Assailing the fortresses of stone. Father Eli took his watch,.
Well here she comes through the trees. In her saffron robes and dangling beads. She's a special child, touching the Holy Sea. Where White no longer is pure.