We're on the road to Persephone's
We've brought her all the good cheer of our urbanised lives
Fresh from the popular dives
We've disappeared in the throes of
A latter passion, our hearts are heaving, our friends
Our friends are leaving
Leaving their homes from a life less wasteful - don't!
There's nothing out there
The proise of roads and all a shopper can bear
Here she comes into my eyeline
Here she comes into the natural world again
You take a left at the cinema
Onto an avenue named after foliage or stones
THe brick fields of loans serviced by loans
In any case the fourth right entrance
Leads to a family-of-four life sentence, then
You can just give me a call
Here she comes into my eyeline
Here she comes into the natural world again
Stay in the City
Stay in the City
Stay in the City, it's built for people
Leaving their homes from a life less wasteful - don't!
There's nothing out there
The proise of roads and all a shopper can bear
Under one poxy roof
Here she comes! (I don't know what to do with her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to say to her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to do with her)
Here she comes! (I don't know what to say to her)
Here she comes! (I never did improve on her actions)
etc, etc.