Bubbling up and not buckling under

I walked for miles tonight

In the rain, all the way home from Camden Town

But when I got home to Tottenham

I could spin carousels in the park, in the dark

And I can hear you say

What's the point in romanticizing everything?

So what's the point in romanticizing everything?



Bubbling up and not buckling under

I walked for miles and it still feels real 1972

Rocketman on the moon

And all I can hear you say

Is what's the point in romanticizing everything?

But when I get home here

I can feel London, North Europe here

You say What's the point in romanticizing everything?



So I'm gonna do whatever I do

Don't show me the way home yet

I don't wanna go I'm happy here

Don't show me the way home yet



I'm bubbling up and not buckling under

Bubbling up and not buckling under

Bubbling up and not buckling under

Bubbling up and not buckling under