Sunday in the Park with George

Sunday in the park with George
She shivs her way through the headlights and forming dawn
The fired grass is folding last
The ending is wherever she falls

"White. A blank page or canvas."

Sunday in the park with George
The bandstand strikes "The Worried Troubadour"
And I sleep and burn the leaves
Swigging ciders in the fossilized street

And Odradek declines the invite
He's ruined sex for the all the veterans inside
Perhaps because your hair is so bright
Perhaps because the waves don't subside

I remember every button on your creased shirt
A bitter distance and a sense of learning to fall
And I remember every second of
Sunday in the park with George

"Martha in Maize"
"Helen of Hayes"
Pictures of me in disguises and rain

Cos summer is afraid of us I'm sure
Summer is afraid of us

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday
In the park with George



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Maric-cleaver
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