The time I like is the rush hour, cos I
See me a big woman, big woman look how you
Sat in the corner of the Garden Grill, with plastic
Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat
Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Looking out the window
I see the red dust clear
6x6 - from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no