New Pudsey, the sounds of New Pudsey

The name that taunts me.

And chinese women in blue and black
And i thought we were worth more than that.

All i can see is blue, a navy blue that lines the tracks.

New Pudsey; i've never been.

A name, a phantom place.

That name so far immersed
In hopeless waste.

Standing at a window on the phone
One half of my face showing
One half gone.
Lips are moving, but nothing to say
Half a window telling me to leave
Half asking me to stay.