Parc Lyrics...

[swimmer]

These are only slight variations, but here's what i hear:

(There's a gold ring tortoise shell) glass in her hand
Inky inky finger there's more fear riding here
From the east end of London, past the M25
How many of us will get out here alive?

Wipe the salt from my skin, take the pressure from my head
(Black out) from the station, gonna watch it slide instead
Two eyes on the waistband, one pair of battered (beads?)
Is this perfection? Is it time for us to (be?)

(Pitter pitter patter) from the corners of your door
Hose me down and made me clean, i wanna get some more
Numbers on your collarbone, will you be my (sword?)
Whip it out and (whip it on....high pressure..??..on this one.)