Hangover Park

As the latest of the last in a long line of false starts
Fades into the distance, I am sure
That the light we see approaching at the speed of sound
Is the First Manassas of our civil war
Yet this is not the new world, but the old one brought to life
Roused by swigs of Famous Grouse, once more
You remain unbowed as we walk down Chelsea Bridge Road
Fire up for what remains in store

Through Albion streets, we drag our feet
Forever searching for Simpson Street
Quarrelling by the corners, we are trifling by the Thames
The fault is mine, but I see no retreat
Half discussion later, we're by Battersea Park
Like smoking ghouls, we glow in the dark
Surely there's screaming, if not to the point of tears
As we fight as Roundheads & Cavaliers

We pass borders and signs
I can't stand you sometimes
Earth has many things to show more fair
Than your damned glare

Midway down the midway, nearly near the core
Honestly, I did not get that far
Wading through the masses in search of a Ferris wheel
Ripping pages from my memoirs
Let this be our conflux, a memento or a curse
It was meant to happen after all
Battersea is dead now, but my heart is still alive
Clutching my Basano vase, I fall

We pass borders and signs
I can't stand you sometimes
Earth has many things to show more fair
Than your damned glare

Ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la
Ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la
Ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la
Ooh la-la-la, ooh la-la-la

We pass borders and signs
I can't stand you sometimes
Earth has many things to show more fair
Than your damned glare
We pass borders and signs
I can't stand you sometimes
Earth has many things to show more fair
Than your damned glare



Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Mjøen, Marius Hytten
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