Текст Jonathan Wilson – Miriam Montague

Miriam Montague
He’s looking up at you
And you’re spinning all the boys into a dream
You woo them all into your eyes until they gleam

A commoner’s cosmonaut
The better half of the have me not’s
You are the sun rays of your Twickenham Garden
Sweet beauty rekt with animal abandon

Heartfelt hipster folkbots
Tripping on the latest posh veranda
Squatting underneath Jamaican Tower
Plugging into dirty main’s power

Oh Miriam, the wonders of your magnitude
Your smile exudes from light polluted hazes in the dark

Satin flame rainy days
Rich men on holiday
Well they toast to wives and sweethearts while you’re dancing
They will never see your green card smile like I will

Pulsating vampire bats
At the Islington automat
The molly’s green with Patrick’s Day excitement
While your Netherlands are on the train to Brighton

Heartfelt hipster folkbots
Tripping on the latest posh veranda
Squatting underneath Jamaican Tower
Plugging into dirty main’s power

Oh Miriam, the wonders of your magnitude
Your smile exudes from light polluted hazes in the dark

Sleep, Theodossia
Moving deeper in the dream

Flash flood in your heated quantum temple
Oxford circus angels, are they really
Queuing up for petrol on that motorway?
Living hand to mouth you kiss them anyway

Oh Miriam, the wonders of your magnitude
Your smile exudes from light polluted hazes in the dark

Oh Miriam, the wonders of your magnitude
Hazes in the dark