What Is This? - L.A. Salami

The sun kisses the cheek of the maestro

As he walks down Dalston Lane

He came here from Forest Hill

Lookin' for the Greyscales

Lookin' for a place to stay

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah, but I don’t know what to make of the rest of 'em

Half a question with many answers

But I don’t know what to say

The preachers remind you that the end is comin'

But the rent date’s comin', so the end can wait

What is this?

What is this?

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

I forget my name

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

I forget my name

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

You may be the intermediary for a light lies beyond your eyes

And the source that seems to be endorsed by

Scorched flesh is forced to be remorseless

Curiosity, hunger, lust and all the other unseen forces

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

I forget my name

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change

Accosted day, elusive weather

I forget my name

Accosted day, elusive weather

Ah things can change