Her Name Was Audre (Maximo Park)

On the back of a hand, something about poetry. At the back of a throat, something about luxury. You never want to leave the local library. She always thought that you might understand. Her name was Audre and she had a lot to say. She didn't bore me with her consummate display. Feel the back of a hand something about slavery. At the back of a throat something about a litany. You never want to leave the local library. She always hoped that you might understand. Her name was Audre and she had a lot to say. She didn't bore me with her consummate display. Touch the back of a hand, something about Infamy. From the back of a throat, something about equality. You never want to leave the local library. Her name was Audre and she had a lot to say. But when the sickness came it took her voice away.