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
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