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