To realise
I want to tell you about, Francine
And her body Brooklyn true [?]
All I understood
From maps of neighbourhood
I knew she wasn't alone
I followed her home

To realise
I want to tell you about a beggar man
With our legs to stand
Or told to tell us that
Our place, mark it ways
She tied the verse, a melody
It would say Peter [?]

To realise
I want to tell you
I felt centuries
At your thought heavy, breathe
Hiding your trials
Secrets from the rest
All those memories
So tired of us

[Instrumental Outro]