Mezzanine

(Vowles, Del naja, Marshall)



I'm a little curious of you in crowded scenes

And how serene your friends and fiends

We flew and strolled as two eliminated gently

Why don't you close your eyes and reinvent me



You know you've got that heart made of stone

You should have let me know

You could have let me know
We'll go 'till morning comes

And traffic grows

And windows hum
Speding all week with your friends

Give me evenings and weekends

Evenings and weekends
I could be yours

We can unwind

All these half floors

All these half floors



You'd agree it's a typical high

You fly as you watch your name go by

And once the name goes by

Not thicker than water nor thicker than mud

And the eight k thuds it does



Sunset so thickly

Let's make it quiet and quickly

Don't frown

It taste's better on the way back down



I could be your