Behind Art Space

I woke up in Oakhampton road
Jim said, There's parcel in doorway
And I give you some records, just take it if you want

Back to post office near roundabout
Kept my hands in my parka
I saw her standing there, I gave her a kinder

I never knew her name
She never asked who I am
Sometimes coins are more better
She's stone at the end of the day

I took double decker to the park
Back to see you on sunday
Six hours walked away, Oh shit, it's fucking great

Tate modern is really huge
You can live there
Behind art space, or stay like statue.