Maximo Park - Her Name Was Audre lyrics

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.