Driven home back from the city.

Lead grey sky come wash us nearly.

Can't you see there's no horizon? 

In this speeding place called london.



I don't think that this makes too much sense.



Dampened soul come called from slumber.

Woken up; calmed like no other.

As you moan you'll hear my laughter.

You grow oldI'll grow young faster.



I don't think that this makes too much sense.



Can't you see I'm all used up.

I need something to come and feed me.