Blenheim

A cliff-top romance summoning up every well-used recourse This is the palace, this is the park, this is the way, this is the way Shake off sheepish fetters to return to the fine country house Pay or display I'll take your choice There is a human body face-down in the roses There is a crime beneath every fence Drive me in your car, drive me in your car Sink or sing the swan song, sink or sing the swan song Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere, it must be here somewhere So few people for so many rooms Are you sure that this is the way it was supposed to be? There must be a draught The invasion of art nouveau has left us wanting A touch of class Oh, Commissioner, you are spoiling us There is a human body face-down in the roses There is a crime beneath every fence Drive me in your car, drive me in your car Sink or sing the swan song, sink or sing the swan song Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere, it must be here somewhere Can you hear it? Rain is sinking through soil Feel the brightness seeping or sapping Proximity to anything is an interesting phenomenon, every time There is a human body face-down in the roses There is a crime beneath every fence Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere Sometimes there is something Doubt has the least innocuous power Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere There will be an investigation and we all dread it Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere Without the grounds: intruder This is not a story Survey the fine estate, survey the fine estate It must be here somewhere A final heading: misdeeds Clench