The Lexington Lyrics

She looked like the bad guy from an 80's movie

With her plaid chequered trousers and her martens on her feet

Making her two feet taller than the pylon of myself

Coasting above the crowd of the Lexington, above a crimson coloured fog

I saw a girl sway like a god, like a god

Ancient ritual between her teeth, glinting in the winter of mixed drinks

A god, like a god, she beckons and i believe

I believe, I believe it

A shock of pink that fades to tangerine, lit up with sequin, christmas tree

Amid the chandelier, pentonville and old veneers

That peel away to scuppered floors, cramped staircase and borrowed walls

Plastered postcards of Barnes, old sea power, long gone

But she blooms through the mantling like a god, like a god

Oh, all I have on upper arms, but understood to mean this place,

A god, like a god, she screams, feral and free, and I believe

I believe, I believe it

I believed in a new headstone

It's wistful but you're just being honest

To not knowing otherwise

4am to deliver us, I believe, I believe it

Unknown number calls again from outside, below the Lexington

And leaves another message I won't pick up in the morning

She dances 9 hours ahead, goulburn gold in green bunk bed

The room spins and I let it take out the rest of february

I hear his lurid echo, like a god, like a god,

Blacked out by the roadside, stag head, smoking garden,

Like a god, like a god, but he's not alive to see

Me believe, I believe, I believe it

I put my faith in a new headstone

It's wistful but you're just being honest

To not knowing otherwise

4am to deliver us, I believe, I believed it