I watch the day go down. Sapphire. I watch my luck turn round. A high flyer. I threw my bones around. Sure fire. I watch the current run. Live wire. Clear blue. Too true. Clear blue. Too tr
Nico, two headed Cuban giant. He's looking with all of his eyes. At the colours that fall through the chestnut tree night. Cos tomorrow in London they rise. And don't you know that I'm dusty, too.